A slap in the face
A question of grace
They'll offer you wine but you'll choke on the taste
They dress to impress, saying they couldn't care less
They pray to themselves and a velveteen vest
Think they know where you've been ‘cause they see where you are
If they speak of the past it's to offer their scars
The Balkan Brigade drinks a hard lemonade and says how sad to be the things that you hate (2 x's)
A cut on the chin
The sting of the gin
They'll hand you cigars but they're as cold as the tin
They know they know all, loudest voice at the ball
If they notice you now it's just to hope that you fall
Think they know where you are 'cause they've guessed where you've been
If they talk of the times it's to offer their sin
The Balkan Brigade drinks a hard lemonade and says how sad to be the things that you hate (2 x's)