The Defence (Live Fire)

[Stage Chatter: Geordie Greep]

Shank on the keyboards

Slim Simpson on the drums

The Machine on the bass

Shank

Nice shirt for a nice guy

Nice shoes, nice trousers

Nice, nice in-ear monitoring

Nice gold ch-, no, there's no gold chain

Nice chest hair

Nice, nice nose for a nice guy

Shank

Woah, you can get in trouble for that

Shank, shank, shank

Nice socks, nice socks for nice shank

Nice Shank

[Verse 1]

When crowds swarm out doorways

And the streetlamps are lit

One of my disciples begins his wandering

In the alleys and in the main streets

He searchеs for men

Their virile, pathеtic, and the lame

Leading them in

To our establishment he starts to cry

Every night

[Chorus]

"Prostrate, supine

Well-groomed, divine

Whatever you like

Please, sir, tonight"

[Verse 2]

A brothel is a business no different than a bank

As safe and as formal and sanitary

My girls destined for Hell

Or so says our priest

But find me a Christian

Who spends as much time on their knees

Closer to God

They honor his glory in the best way

Everyday

Without my aid, they'd be in chains

Or disemboweled in a backstreet lane

I'll stop selling when you stop buying

'Til the end of time you can hear the cry

[Chorus]

"Prostrate, supine

Well-groomed, divine

Whatever you like

Follow me tonight

Follow me tonight"