Suits You Songtext

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