Leave all your airs and graces at the cemetery gates Beneath our bones and blood we're much the same The spoils of old, too much to hold in these lacklustre hands That close around my neck as here I stand Oooo Small fortunes left to lose and yet these bullets halted proof That fate or something else has got my back Sentimental as ever I'll find some new excuse to hide under Oooo All the airs and all the graces Oooo Couldn't change how much I hate this house stripped bare Not just a will and testament Filed away lest I forget Not just a will and testament Filed away lest I forget Oooo All the airs and all the graces Oooo Couldn't change how much I hate it Oooo Fought in ways with empty houses Happily in disaster states Half for you and half for me Happily in disaster states Oooo Oooo Thanks for watching!