Loren Berí - Balkan Brigade lyrics

A slap in the face A question of grace They'll offer you wine but you'll choke on the taste They dress to impress, saying they couldn't care less They pray to themselves and a velveteen vest Think they know where you've been ‘cause they see where you are If they speak of the past it's to offer their scars The Balkan Brigade drinks a hard lemonade and says how sad to be the things that you hate (2 x's) A cut on the chin The sting of the gin They'll hand you cigars but they're as cold as the tin They know they know all, loudest voice at the ball If they notice you now it's just to hope that you fall Think they know where you are 'cause they've guessed where you've been If they talk of the times it's to offer their sin The Balkan Brigade drinks a hard lemonade and says how sad to be the things that you hate (2 x's)