Gentlemen's Agreement - The Fall

We 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

Sticking his colours

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

My energies are down now with yours

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