Fall Gentlemen's Agreement
They plough the fields together In all types of intemperance Our bones cracked in unison Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement You know what he is And probably still is [He's picking] his colors To whatever new mast there is But our agreement is over I thought we had some kind of agreement But with you it was just prurience You're addicted to excitement I am just knocked down with your And you're sitting on my back fence But I thought we had an agreement Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement Your brain is software Your brain is Game Boy It's filled with excretement And your short-term memory Will fleetingly remember Our gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
