Lyrics

We're praying for a hero who can take pure air and sell it No blisters or bruises or straining your back Sit on your ass and take all the credit You are not what we want or what we need You are not what we want or what we need You're a coward like me The pace of a slug with foie gras ethics A big beefy stud, who lusts after blood Can sleep like a baby after kicking your head in You are not what we want or what we need You are not what we want or what we need I can smell self doubt before you open your mouth You reek of apologies You are not what we want or what wе need No bending, no lifting, not tension Piss on the doormat and don't makе a mention Are you a coward like me? Polished and privileged and pensioned Jacks off to bumfights criterion collection Are you a coward like me?