Sordid Humor - Gun Man lyrics

Practice makes perfect in a perfect world We practice and practice until we're the best in the world All asleep in the house of one man's bliss How could electric shock wake me up to this All he ever wanted was to be the king of England Bitterness drove the gunman He quit his job so he could wear sungla**es He said I don't believe in bitterness Or pain or leather jackets All he ever wanted was to be the king of England Bitterness drove the gunman From his simple life