Interlude/chilinism Lyrics - Fall

The chiselers 

He is desperate 

Passed on 

The 9th richest, bar none 

The chiselers 

He is short 

They are short 

The Stones are short 

Mr Grumbly, with a white Ferrari, is short 

Giving you hard looks 

In the long long Yeltsin days 

Get in touch 

They're skint 

Relocation due for the chiseler 

Dry hump, in the hip club 

Chiseler, chiseler, you're a godamn chiseler 

Internet 

The chiselers 

He is desperate 

They are desparate 

One mad, bad, one mad 

The Arab in 

Chiselers 

He is short 

Pink Floyd are short 

(Internet) 

9th richest country in the world bar none 

Dry hump, in the hip club 

Basically 

Chiselers 

Chiselers 

Chiselers 

Dry hump, in the hip club 

I try to think like you do 

Act like you do 

Try to dress like you do 

I thought I was you 

Now you turn around 

Point your finger at me 

Say I'm Chilinist 

You think I'm the pits 

The chiselers are here 

And when they appear 

You know I'll disappear again 

The chisellers are there 

And everywhere 

And now I'll never come here again 

I think like you do 

I act like you do 

I thought I was you 

I need no persuasion 

You know what to say 

The process is clear 

You are not happy 

I try to think like you do 

Dress like you do 

I thought I was you 

Chiseler!