INTRODUCING THE QUARTET

(It's the)
Most cold in the postcode
Never broke the balance
And as it happens
Can't acknowledge my accomplishments
No fun playing tag
When the bags as empty as promise
Think I'm speaking from self
When in fact far from it
Gromit to Wallace
Finding solace in pseudonyms
Prophets speaking through the hymns
But lying in the verses
I'm half a man in person
Confess in churches
Searching sermons for the circus lights
Judas had a held of the knife
The night he turned his back to Christ
(Well)
Betrayal is a funny bitch
Thought the dead were watching
But I guess
Nobody is
Took my chances
Never took it for granted
Took my chances

(It's the)
Most cold in the post code
Never broke the balance
And as it happens
Can't acknowledge my accomplishments
No fun playing tag
When the bags as empty as promise
Thinking I'm speaking from self
When in fact far from it
(Far from it far from it)



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Andrews
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link