Howling of jackals
galloping heartbeat
Cracking of knuckles
in the jaws of sure defeat

A procession of silhouettes
grimacing and sore
Unbearable stillness
behind the open door
Spit it out
You’re slipping in and out of view
Spit it out
Gentlemen don’t need to approve

A reflection of broadness
in the eyes of clever Hans
In the wake of awareness
before his favourite dance

No bat of an eyelid
not a sign of slight distress
We’re back in the abstract
We’ve nothing to confess

Spit it out
You’re slipping in and out of view
Spit it out
Gentlemen don’t need to approve


I’m not gonna lie to you
It happens time after time
I’m not gonna lie to you
Our burdens suck us dry…

Spit it out
You’re slipping in and out of view
I wana hear it loud
Gentlemen don’t need to approve

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