The Gentlemen

Gentlemen! It's time to go! There's a war going on! And Gentlemen you've been talking about it much to long.

I'd gladly follow in your footsteps on the right side of the law, but you see I'm tired, and I just can't take it anymore!

I know you want me to grab my shield and my mace but you just sit there on your asses, and shout me in my face.

Mr. Right came strangely by my door yesterday afternoon, he talked for I don't know how long about the weather and the moon

He brought all these papers for me to look at and sign, but somehow I just couldn't do it, he seemed somehow to kind.

He started talking about the inviroment and began yelling my name, I said: you come here in your fancy car, who the fuck are you to blame?