The Works - Second Best Lyrics

So you might be the dream
You dirty devotee
Keep it up in me; guarantee
Learn to take the lead
A soiled rotten seed
Stitch the scrap that bleeds like it's me

Hit your home run
Couldn't kill you, one-on-one
You're a dirty heart with a dirty gun
Could it kill you

I'm second best
I'm the best dressed
Unbridled, unrivalled tyke, what's not to like
I speak in jest
I'm not that pressed
Tell me the things that you want, so nonchalant

Missing major key
The burnt bourgeoisie
It curses me to be yours to keep
A tired technique
Guess you're quite antique
Still, I'd like a peek if it's what you seek

Small pictures on smaller screens
Crushing crushes like we're teens
It's a funny thing to call routine
It don't fit in between

'Cause I'm second best
I'm the best dressed
Unbridled, unrivalled tyke, what's not to like
And I speak in jest
I'm not that pressed
Tell me the things that you want so nonchalant