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They plough the fields togetherIn all types of intemperanceOur bones cracked in unisonGentlemen's, gentlemen's agreementYou know what he isAnd probably still is[He's picking] his colorsTo whatever new mast there isBut our agreement is overI thought we had some kind of agreementBut with you it was just prurienceYou're addicted to excitementI am just knocked down with your And you're sitting on my back fenceBut I thought we had an agreementGentlemen's, gentlemen's agreementYour brain is softwareYour brain is Game BoyIt's filled with excretementAnd your short-term memoryWill fleetingly rememberOur gentlemen's, gentlemen's agreementGentlemen's, gentlemen's agreementGentlemen's, gentlemen's agreement