Unextraordinary Gentlemen The Drop lyrics

Remember they will remember you not how you lived
Remember they will remember what you could not give
Always looking out for others was my first mistake
All things to all cost us all more than you think

Mark my words, my dear
You and I have you and me to fear
Here we are at the drop

I am the cream what make your days grow sour
The hour has come I am changing your gold to lead
I should have known you were never one for fighting
I curse your virtue
How could I have trusted you?

Mark my words, my dear old friend
You and I are getting closer to an end
Here we are at the drop

You believe in taking the easy way
I believe in synchronicity
You believe in things I cannot see
I believe in the power of hypocrisy

I am the grain what make the bread go bitter
The winter has come
No more field of dreams
Your kind will delight to my demise
I curse your virtue
A curse on your virtue a curse on your virtue a curse of your virtue

Mark my words my dear
You and I have you and me to fear
Here we are at the drop- at the drop
Mark my words my dear
You and I have you and me to fear
Here we are at the drop

Mark my words my dear
You and I have you and me to fear
Here we are at the drop
Mark my words my friend
You and I are getting closer to an end
You will have your turn at the drop