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Gentlemen's Agreement Lyrics
by The Fall
They plough the fields together
In all types of intemperance
Our bones cracked in unison
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
You know what he is
And probably still is
[He's picking] his colors
To whatever new mast there is
But our agreement is over
I thought we had some kind of agreement
But with you it was just prurience
You're addicted to excitement
I am just knocked down with your
And you're sitting on my back fence
But I thought we had an agreement
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
Your brain is software
Your brain is Game Boy
It's filled with excretement
And your short-term memory
Will fleetingly remember
Our gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
Gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement
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