Nanuchka Captain Sensible Calling
As you from crimes would pardoned be
Bonnie Parker, and Clyde Barrow
Let your indulgence set me free
One night, one night our lord,
Tells us to drink the best wine first
He's the god of love, every night
And for us, what's there not to love?
A loose cannon gathers no moss they say
A banker gathers few friends,
Nothing is wasted
Nothing's ever saved, nothing is ever safe
This is captain sensible calling
One night, one night our lord
Tells us to drink the best wine first
He's the god of love every night
And for us, what is there not to love?
Heart breaks- I won't talk about it
Milk spilled- I won't add to it
Oh, you dour motherfuckers
You can leave your whining out of it
When I tell them- drink the best wine first
He's the god of love every night
A city of forests, what is there not to love
About a loose cannon?
The banker dies alone
This is captain sensible calling
And for us, what is there not to love?
