Requiem For A Jerk (Requiem Pour Un Con) [With Brian Molko & Françoise Hardy] Songtext

I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray

Cut my appetite for the day

I tried to raise a toast, ate this second verse

Buttered requiem for a jerk

It's an afternoon for mourners but the tears don't come

Got what you deserved, the maximum



Well I'm getting sentimental but it's too much work

What's a requiem, to a jerk


Françoise Hardy:

Well the devil left a message -

"Go try paradise

Hell's a lot too hot

Not too nice

Try to take on god if you've got the nerve

Even I don't need stupid jerks"



Brian Molko:

Listen to the organ that I play for you

Since you got no choice, hear me through

You look as if you like it in your wooden shirt

It's my requiem for a jerk



I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray

Cut my appetite for the day

On your white-washed face

Blue steel prison wall

I'll write stupid jerk

That's all