If I must play a part in this mess There are things that I have to know If I eat what I fuck and I fuck what I eat Am I worthy? There are rules to obey I am seen and ignored I have been pinned it down Is a lack of emotion A curse or a skill To rely on
I’ve got a letter from a friend It was just in time But it didn’t tell me anything
If I can’t be alone then I must be a apart I must see it through If I love what I kill and I kill what I love Am I worthy? What a week, what a time, what a kill, what a crock, what a way to go So I eat what I fuck and I fuck what I eat Am I worthy?
I’ve got a letter from a friend It was just in time But it didn’t tell me anything
How does it feel To make it on your own? To prey upon your strengths But leave it where it falls How does it feel to listen to this song To wrap your mind around it To let your senses down
Yeah! I am civil service! I am civil service!
Compositores: Andrew Falkous, Jack William Egglestone, Kelson Louis Tregurtha Mathias ECAD: Obra #7908543