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The Defence (Live Fire)
[Stage Chatter: Geordie Greep]
Shank on the keyboards
Slim Simpson on the drums
The Machine on the bass
Shank
Nice shirt for a nice guy
Nice shoes, nice trousers
Nice, nice in-ear monitoring
Nice gold ch-, no, there's no gold chain
Nice chest hair
Nice, nice nose for a nice guy
Shank
Woah, you can get in trouble for that
Shank, shank, shank
Nice socks, nice socks for nice shank
Nice Shank

[Verse 1]
When crowds swarm out doorways
And the streetlamps are lit
One of my disciples begins his wandering
In the alleys and in the main streets
He searchеs for men
Their virile, pathеtic, and the lame
Leading them in
To our establishment he starts to cry
Every night
[Chorus]
"Prostrate, supine
Well-groomed, divine
Whatever you like
Please, sir, tonight"

[Verse 2]
A brothel is a business no different than a bank
As safe and as formal and sanitary
My girls destined for Hell
Or so says our priest
But find me a Christian
Who spends as much time on their knees
Closer to God
They honor his glory in the best way
Everyday
Without my aid, they'd be in chains
Or disemboweled in a backstreet lane
I'll stop selling when you stop buying
'Til the end of time you can hear the cry

[Chorus]
"Prostrate, supine
Well-groomed, divine
Whatever you like
Follow me tonight
Follow me tonight"