The Limits of Battleships Songtext

von Future of the Left

Have you ever been a part of
A criminal conspiracy?
It really is incredible fun
Once the boring paperwork is done
A man could get used to it
Have you ever had posters
That seem to watch you
When you were sleeping?
I found them all underneath the sink
Drunk and conferring
Drunk and conferring
One drink for the limits of battleships
Two drinks for the limits of cool
Three drinks for the pilots
One drink for the limits of battleships
Two drinks for accountants
Have you ever known anyone
Who could wear a hat indoors
Without guns or bodyguards
To impress on the bare-headed hordes
That the choice was a reasonable one?
... the point of prison food
So far, so good
Everybody has a prick in the game
Have you ever been to bed with Elaine/Alain?
Have you ever?
Have you ever?
One drink for the limits of battleships
Two drinks for the limits of coal
Three drinks for the pilots
Four drinks for the immigrant residents
Five drinks on the golf course
No drinks for the enemy combatants
No drinks for the door staff
No drinks for tireless testers
No drinks
It's only the way of the world
I have heard
It's only the way of the world
He slike a liar's tongue
You slike the liar's tongue
An old colonial snack
With pastry on his arm
And it burns like writer's block
It burns like writer's block
But there's no girls on the team
There's no girls on the team
He slike a liar's tongue
He slike a liar's tongue
And old colonial slack
With pastry on his arm
And it burns like writer's block
It burns like writer's block