Requiem For A Jerk (Requiem Pour Un Con) [With Brian Molko & Franá§oise Hardy] Lyrics

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 but you seem reserved
It's my requiem for a jerk

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

Franá§oise 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