Cheerio Chaps, Cheerio Goodbye - Wild Beasts

Sour metal smells in a lonely barrel

Don’t render me the sorriest parody

Potty gobbed fickle mob clamour for climax

Don’t render me the sorriest parody

Be blasted or be lambasted instead

Don’t render me the sorriest parody

Cheerio chaps, cheerio goodbye

Cheerio chaps, even cheer me if I die

For me snivelling, for me suffering, for me constant cowering… I get this

My pain played back, like crude happy slap, and for the laugh… I get this

Another cosmos, beneath the big top, when I belly flop… I get this

I get this, I get this, I get this, I get this

No not hugged or hand shook

Just left bereft, well walloped, wanting to have hopefully have wept

So I gloat with gritted grin

To cheat my chin into keeping the womanly webbling in like

Cheerio chaps, cheerio goodbye

Cheerio chaps, even cheer me if I die

For me snivelling, for me suffering, for me constant cowering… I get this

My pain played back, like crude happy slap, and for the laugh… I get this

Another cosmos, beneath the big top, when I belly flop… I get this

I get this, I get this, I get this…

Requiem in a circus tent, requiem in a circus tent, requiem in a circus tent,

requiem in a circus tent