Gentlemen’s Choice
Mark Oliver Everett, P-Boo
[Verse 1]
Slept in all day
In dirty sheets
The stain on my shirt
Been there for weeks
[Chorus]
When I was young I had a dream
I would be held in high esteem
I thought I'd end up a gentleman
Distinguished, respected, refined
The life that I've led
It's better unsaid
The world has no use for my kind
[Verse 2]
Too many years
Getting my way
Never let anyone
Have their say
[Chorus]
How could I think it would work out?
Never a question, never a doubt
I thought I'd end up a gentleman
Accomplished, revered and admired
The life that I've led
I'm better off dead
The world has no room for my kind
