Jehnny Beth and Bobby Gillespie - Sunk In Reverie

All these late-night parties pull me to the grave
Spiritual concussion, nothing left to say
All those tacky, trashy people falling at your feet
Crucified on Sunday but back the following week

Hello, how are you? So polite
Hello, how are you? Twist the knife

Gentlemen on steroids, ladies dress to kill
Void all emotion, nothing left to thrill
They would suck you like a vampire
Pretend that they're your friends
The narcose turns them psycho then comes crashing down on them

Hello, how are you? So polite
Hello, how are you? Bourgeois smile
Hello, how are you? Kissing air
Hello, how are you? There's no one there

Mannequin discussions, a barter for a friend
You can fuck her if you want her, she's worth her weight in pens
The bodies keep on coming, the party never ends
The bodies keep on coming, the party never ends

Hello, how are you? You're such an act
Hello, how are you? Talking trash
Hello, how are you? Kissing air
Hello, how are you? There's no one there
There's no one there

Written by:
Bobby Gillespie, Camille Berthomier, Nicolas Conge

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