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I leave it all to you |
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Part and parcel, with your chapel house |
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And your robes of chinese silk |
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With your dancing boy and marble eyes |
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And lantern jaw and cotton teeth and copper hair |
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I leave it all to you |
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Leave it all, to you |
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With your ledger and your whiskey breath |
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And cans of english tea |
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And your foreign girls and bag of tricks |
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And pretty words and honey lies and butter skin |
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I leave you to your sin |
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I leave it all to you |
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Sealed and delivered, signed with deep regret |
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I leave it at your door for your sunday maid |
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And bleary eyes and shaking hand and leaden veins and brittle mind |
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Oh you will, you will learn the flavor of revenge |
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You will need those pennies on your eyes |
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To pay the piper in his fine straw hat |
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And razor blades |
