Текст песни Fall - Gentlemen`s Agreement
Fall - Gentlemen`s Agreement слова песни
They plough the fields togetherIn all types of intemperanceOur bones cracked in unisonGentlemen`s, gentlemen`s agreementYou know what he isAnd probably still is[He`s picking] his colorsTo whatever new mast there isBut our agreement is overI thought we had some kind of agreementBut with you it was just prurienceYou`re addicted to excitementI am just knocked down with yourAnd you`re sitting on my back fenceBut I thought we had an agreementGentlemen`s, gentlemen`s agreementYour brain is softwareYour brain is Game BoyIt`s filled with excretementAnd your short-term memoryWill fleetingly rememberOur gentlemen`s, gentlemen`s agreementGentlemen`s, gentlemen`s agreementGentlemen`s, gentlemen`s agreement