The Limits of Battleships

Have you ever been a part of A criminal conspiracy? It really is incredible fun Once the boring paperwork is done A man could get used to it Have you ever had posters That seem to watch you When you were sleeping? I found them all underneath the sink Drunk and conferring Drunk and conferring One drink for the limits of battleships Two drinks for the limits of cool Three drinks for the pilots One drink for the limits of battleships Two drinks for accountants Have you ever known anyone Who could wear a hat indoors Without guns or bodyguards To impress on the bare-headed hordes That the choice was a reasonable one? ... the point of prison food So far, so good Everybody has a prick in the game Have you ever been to bed with Elaine/Alain? Have you ever? Have you ever? One drink for the limits of battleships Two drinks for the limits of coal Three drinks for the pilots Four drinks for the immigrant residents Five drinks on the golf course No drinks for the enemy combatants No drinks for the door staff No drinks for tireless testers No drinks It's only the way of the world I have heard It's only the way of the world He slike a liar's tongue You slike the liar's tongue An old colonial snack With pastry on his arm And it burns like writer's block It burns like writer's block But there's no girls on the team There's no girls on the team He slike a liar's tongue He slike a liar's tongue And old colonial slack With pastry on his arm And it burns like writer's block It burns like writer's block