Below The Mezzanine - You're So Cool, Brewster Lyrics

Hello darling, won't you hold my hand
I swear this time it's dire, if you can bare
To look at my face, I fear that I have sinned
It's cold in this hell, but not as cold as me

I've come to read your last rites
Your confidant, your suicide
I am the patron saint of executioners

I've clipped your fragile wings, and other accidental things
So take your black book and put yourself out of your misery
Fall to your knees right now and say "I'm sorry"
This is your last chance to save yourself, but please don't hold your breath, baby

Sister, brother, can't you understand
I need your guns just like I need their hands
I've lost all my time, you've lost your faith in me
This fire bathes me and I hate the taste

I've come to read your last rites
Your confidant, your suicide
I am the patron saint of executioners

I've clipped your fragile wings, and other accidental things
So take your black book and put yourself out of your misery
Fall to your knees right now and say "I'm sorry"
This is your last chance to save yourself, but please don't hold your breath, baby

I've clipped your fragile wings, and other accidental things
So take your black book and put yourself out of your misery
Fall to your knees right now and say "I'm sorry"
This is your last chance to save yourself, but please don't hold your breath, baby