[Verse 1] While you wait for me to arrive You can be guaranteed That your ass is going to be handed to you On a platter No one ever asking why And thats the problem with the people That populate the city where Ill die [Chorus] And no one ever has the courtesy Of cutting back on courtesy Just tell me why And whenever you begin again Well let me know and ill pretend Youre going alright Youre one of Mine [Verse 2] Why the fuck dont you want to decide Whether you want to live In the hell and the squalor of this Or pack and leave it behind You said you never feel alive Well theres a tenderness about me I betll keep you pleasant for a while [Chorus]
courtesy, betll, populate, squalor, platter