Suits You

City boy in a tweed jacket,

Country life you'll never hack it

Suits by day, management meeting

Whore at night to administer beatings

Targets, goals, bottom line,

Lots of mouth but you've got no spine

Talks about work in a trendy wine bar

Drives home pissed in his company car

Suits You~!

See him on the tube all loud and lairy

For a bird on her own it must be scary

Pissed up suits, city bankers,

Contempt I hold for these wankers

Respect, honour, decency,

Don't seem like they've got that much to me

Life in the fast lane, short term thrill,

The world's moved on but you've stood still

Pushy cunt's been on a course

Got a new product he must endorse

I've done without it up till now,

He won't let it go so we have a row

One track mind, life in sales,

The M4 corridor off to Wales

The man in the suit thinks he knows best

But he can't ignore the pains in his chest