Jetplane Landing Cheapskate Tricks For Worn Down People lyrics

I want power of attorney
I need power of attorney
Been worn down by all your cheapskate tricks
Worn down by all your cheapskate tricks

Jean Rhys promised me that ring
So why are you wearing it at this funeral?
In this heat
At this barbeque
You of all Judases
Why did it have to be you?
I guess it was because you were
The hardest
The fittest
The chosen one
I only saw you one last time
You climbed into a blacked out car
Gold Boots
Glass House
Bad Hex
Teenage Teeth
It all came too late for you

Would you choose to be happy or me?

Maniacs hid in the mangroves
Convinced they were made of ivory hate
Within hours
Decrees thundered
They were solely made of white ambition
Dominica was savagely cruel
Its cafés as hot as ice
Filled with lazy, rich bohemians
In the vast colonial hot night
The settlement the mob made was harsh
All shook on it with palpable glee
Damned magic, ex-slavers
All screaming to be pardoned and free

Everywhere this scumbag family’s been
All we’d bring was evil sex
Funeral tears and mass betrayals