Requiem For A Jerk

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 the second verse
Buttered requiem, for a jerk
It’s afternoon for mourners
But the tears don’t come
Got what you deserve, the maximum
I’m getting sentimental
But it’s too much work
What’s a requiem to a jerk
Well the Devil left a message
«Go try paradise
Hell’s a lot too hot
Not too nice
Try to take in God if you’ve got the nerve
Even I don’t need stupid jerks»
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