Sapient:
Our nails are all clean
No more work on the farm
We’ve grown sophisticated
And we’ve worked on our charm
You boss me around
You’re under dirt in my yard
We assemble calmly
Torches burn in the dark
Chorus:
The Dapper Mob
Death before bedragglement
Lets make today our holiday, behead some kings
Lets make today our holiday, behead some kings
Sapient:
A refined sense of cool
Born of the essence of madness
Cut clean to manipulate the impressionable savage
My squad will stomp you with excellent manners
Offer you your last words cause etiquette matters
Chorus
Sapient:
If you’ve heard the word, then we’ve dealt with it
So delicate spotless elegance
I paint the town red, then get no blood on my slacks
This money don’t make itself so I don’t fucking relax
Oh be good or I’ll be in the shadows,
With a baseball bat, (with a baseball bat)
Oh be good or I’ll be in the shadows,
With a baseball bat, (with a baseball bat)