We’re running every way but loose
And all our parts have been misused
The lines are drawn just to be crossed and
All direction gets us lost

Those parlour tricks are so divine when we’re
left to our own devices
The sweetest kicks are so refined when we’re
left to our own devices

(Here’s my prediction)

The future’s bound to come in twos
For every win there’s one to lose so
Hold on to those horoscopes
This misanthrope is on the ropes

Those parlour tricks are so divine when we’re
left to our own devices
The sweetest kicks are so refined when we’re
left to our own devices
Isn’t it nice to know your vices?

Little miss discretion
Likes to run through the intersections
When she arrives without design
It leaves me so unsatisfied

Oh
Darling you know
I’m only a man
I can’t understand

Chance is for the cautious few
Who don’t make up for the abuse
Why don’t love me?
Why don’t you leave me?
Why don’t you oh
Show me the door

Those parlour tricks are so divine when we’re
left to our own devices
The sweetest kicks are so refined when we’re
left to our own devices
Isn’t it nice to know your vices?

Little miss discretion
Likes to run through the intersections
When she arrives without design
It leaves me so unsatisfied

Little miss discretion
Likes to run through the intersections
When she arrives without design
It leaves me so unsatisfied
You know it leaves me so unsatisfied
It leaves me so unsatisfied
Cuz lately we’ve been riding high on
Crimes, hits and politics