Текст Hunters & Collectors – Mr. Bigmouth

Mr. Bigmouth was born for adventure
Mr. Bigmouth was born to be obeyed
A little quality time
A little white collar crime

Mr. Bigmouth had a mind like a steel trap
He worked it like a well-oiled machine
He kept it running all night
He was doin’ all right
Yeah he kept his little business pretty clean

Oh but how much self-control do you need
To wrestle with the beast inside?
When you’re crippled with greed
That much weakness you can’t hide…

Mr. Bigmouth was born to be needed
Mr. Bigmouth was born to take control
He was groomed to play the patsy
It was a dumb job but he enjoyed it
With his stiff little finger for the nasty little hole

When his lordship’s personality started leakin’
He was sworn to do his duty and bring
All the ratbags to justice
God save the old school tie…
For the honorable member is looking twisted and obscene

So how much self-control do you need
To wrestle with the beast inside?
When you’re crippled with greed
That much weakness you can’t hide

You got to scrounge for inspiration
You got to crawl to the teacher