Satre-torial

Lyrics for Satre-torial

That trade-off is what I want A standing tab, new car smell city And when you get it, it's never enough That said, I will take it I'm reading tea leaves, I'm taking snuff I've got a cravat and a morning croissant I'll take tea, three, four Salad days, sun on my arms I'm rather hungry in that kind of regard Sunday, rain on my arms You got a credit here but no hanging on Say now, you're very clever You got a table at the tip of crop Oh shit, there's no one left alive l've been cautioned against asking too much But I get tired of other people's clothes The alteration, a suit and tie Call me crazy for playing it up But he's a simple kind of man in an action stance And nothing breaks his pride like a stain on his pants I'il take tea, three, four Salad days, sun on my arms I'm rather hungry in that kind of regard Sunday, rain on my arms You got a credit here but no hanging on Say now, you're very clever You got a table at the tip of crop Oh shit, there's no one left alive That trade-off is what I want A standing tab, new car smell city And when I get it, it's never enough That said, I will take it I'm reading tea leaves, I'm pinching snuff 've got a cravat and a late hour lunch, ah I'll take tea, I'll take tea I'll take tea, I'll take tea I'll take tea, three, four Salad days, sun on my arms I'm rather hungry in that kind of regard Sunday, rain on my arms You got a credit here but no hanging on Say now, you're very clever You got a table at the tip of crop Oh shit, there's no one left alive Oh shit, there's no one left alive