Cheese & Wine
William Thomas
I'll find the bodies in your basement
I'll find the tax bills behind your door
There's skeletons dancing in your cupboards
Fresh footsteps too loud to ignore
For cheese and wine
How could you be so fucking stupid
How could you have got it
All so wrong
Getting caught by paparazzi
In your mistress' thong
All for cheese and wine
Your special brand of human nature
Leaves a lot to be desired
You're not one of my childhood heroes
You're not the one that I required
Not for cheese and wine
