We decided that Erica and I should
start this little encore section,
just as a duo.
Give Jerry time to get over the fucking fact
that he's into Wonderstuff, you know.
It's not exactly connected with Never Loved Elvis,
and actually neither is the rest of the shit
we're going to do for you,
but this is for absent friends.
It's called Room 512,
all the losers fit up here.
Lock the back door,
keep all the windows shut
By the fire door,
keep it open for luck
Call the gatehouse,
tell the sergeant to smile
They're running up flags
and the gallows
Every quarter mile
Smiling sweetly
With a lemon in your jar
I'm dressed neatly
Never been here before
Watch your words now
Cause they're coming in force
Like a chant you never heard
From a chorus that'll blow down
Oh
And without your respect
I'm tellin' all the secrets you
kept
Without the slightest remorse
I'm blowin' the lid on your cold
Oh!
So back your words up
I never heard such a noise
Got my nerves up
And respect from the boys, I don't feel it
So I silence my voice, I'm
standing outside
And I like it, thank God for the joy
And with all due respect
I'm telling all the secrets you kept
Without the slightest remorse
I'm blowin' on you, go on
Yeah!
Well your singer's frowning,
cause he's quoting a
phrase from a shit book
by some wanker that says
Education, that won't get you by,
cause it's crying the band
Well, education might not get you by,
it's just trying the band
And with all due respect
I'm tellin' all the secrets you kept
Without the slightest remorse
I'm blowin' up your car
Yeah, with all due respect
I'm tellin' all the secrets you kept
Without the slightest remorse
I'm blowin' light on your core
Light on your core