Professional Disturber of the Peace
What were the first things you remember you did
And then what were the worst things
Cos you got the purse strings to what you'll admit
I wanna know what were those worst things
Is it hard
Is it hard to confess
He's got the most interesting dance steps
Of anyone I've ever met
Makes promises he never kept
Got nothing but his self respect
Has a smile that would melt your face
The professional disturber of the peace
Well he lies he drinks he smokes he sweats
Yeah he lies he drinks he smokes he sweats
Pisses in your petrol tank unrequested expects no thanks
So were the first things you remember you did
And then what were the worst things
Cos you got the purse strings to what you'll admit
I wanna know what were those worst things
Is it hard
Is it hard to confess
He's got a house out in shitland,
Gets wordy in his own slang
Got a body full of heat and hate the sicker mind appreciates
Has a smile that would melt your face
The professional disturber of the peace
Well he lies he drinks he smokes he sweats
Yeah he lies he drinks he smokes he sweats
Passes every chance he gets never covers losing bets
Thanks
And then what were the worst things
Cos you got the purse strings to what you'll admit
I wanna know what were those worst things
Is it hard
Is it hard to confess
He's got the most interesting dance steps
Of anyone I've ever met
Makes promises he never kept
Got nothing but his self respect
Has a smile that would melt your face
The professional disturber of the peace
Well he lies he drinks he smokes he sweats
Yeah he lies he drinks he smokes he sweats
Pisses in your petrol tank unrequested expects no thanks
So were the first things you remember you did
And then what were the worst things
Cos you got the purse strings to what you'll admit
I wanna know what were those worst things
Is it hard
Is it hard to confess
He's got a house out in shitland,
Gets wordy in his own slang
Got a body full of heat and hate the sicker mind appreciates
Has a smile that would melt your face
The professional disturber of the peace
Well he lies he drinks he smokes he sweats
Yeah he lies he drinks he smokes he sweats
Passes every chance he gets never covers losing bets
Thanks
Credits
Writer(s): Martin Richard Gilks, Miles Stephen Hunt, Malcolm Roy Treece, Martin Bell, Paul Clifford
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