Hamish Hawk - Questionable Hit Lyrics

Oh, its a questionable hit
What should we put on the front of it?
A homemade crucifix
Well I'll say for definite
They won't like it, I don't like it

This outfit's for a reboot
Be a good patch up the second-hand suit
I wish they'd dye his roots
If they think you're a fruit
The men won't want to be you

The chorus-chords as they are, are shit
He needs the right hook
Who cares if its all cheap counterfeit
He needs the right look

Less coastal
More classic
Ecclesiastical
Perhaps a cassock
No crisis
No prophet
If he falls like a domino it'll be worth it

Less of this
More of that
Don't worry about him, he's a doormat
It's probably cause he likes it like that
We don't want to toughen him up in combat
Fix that hiss
Scratch that past
A touch more Hi-hat

Ten pink roses look like a dozen when he proposes
Following fast 'fore the door closes
He ain't no shepherd but he goes by Moses
These nightmarish bailiffs
Everyone armed and dangerous
You'll be charmed if not famous
Their eyes are like Vegas
And their steel is stainless

I still have his lipstick on my neck
Its bloody textbook
When did it all get so Kafkaesque
It kills to be cute

Less coastal
More classic
Ecclesiastical
Perhaps a cassock
No crisis
No contract
The record is seminal
I love the first track

Less of this
More of that
Don't worry about him, he's a doormat
It's probably cause he likes it like that
Intimidate him, maintain eye contact
Fix that hiss
Scratch that past
A touch more Hi-hat