Unextraordinary Gentlemen - The Drop Lyrics
Remember they will remember you not how you livedRemember they will remember what you could not giveAlways looking out for others was my first mistakeAll things to all cost us all more than you thinkMark my words, my dearYou and I have you and me to fearHere we are at the dropI am the cream what make your days grow sourThe hour has come I am changing your gold to leadI should have known you were never one for fightingI curse your virtueHow could I have trusted you?Mark my words, my dear old friendYou and I are getting closer to an endHere we are at the dropYou believe in taking the easy wayI believe in synchronicityYou believe in things I cannot seeI believe in the power of hypocrisyI am the grain what make the bread go bitterThe winter has comeNo more field of dreamsYour kind will delight to my demiseI curse your virtueA curse on your virtue a curse on your virtue a curse of your virtueMark my words my dearYou and I have you and me to fearHere we are at the drop- at the dropMark my words my dearYou and I have you and me to fearHere we are at the dropMark my words my dearYou and I have you and me to fearHere we are at the dropMark my words my friendYou and I are getting closer to an endYou will have your turn at the drop
