Hunters & Collectors - Mr Bigmouth lyrics

Mr. Bigmouth was born for adventure Mr. Bigmouth was born to be obeyed A little quality time A little white collar crime Pretty soon Mr. Bigmouth's little business was made Mr. Bigmouth had a mind like a steel trap He worked it like a well-oiled machine He kept it running all night He was doin' all right Yeah he kept his little business pretty clean Oh but how much self-control do you need To wrestle with the beast inside? When you're crippled with greed That much weakness you can't hide… Mr. Bigmouth was born to be needed Mr. Bigmouth was born to take control He was groomed to play the patsy It was a dumb job but he enjoyed it With his stiff little finger for the nasty little hole When his lordship's personality started leakin' He was sworn to do his duty and bring All the ratbags to justice God save the old school tie… For the honorable member is looking twisted and obscene So how much self-control do you need To wrestle with the beast inside? When you're crippled with greed That much weakness you can't hide You got to scrounge for inspiration You got to crawl to the teacher And all the helpless weaklings in the schoolyard You got to stand up for yourself and cut ‘em down…