Sad Manners

"Sad Manners" By Tom Quinton & Marcus Cooke

When you barge through the door
Spare a second For a thought
I'm not the shit on your heel
Or the mess on the floor
Its my duty to inform you
And my pleasure to remind you
That manners don't cost a thing.
When I'm talking to you
The art of conversation is lost
logic goes out the window
No matter the cost
Birds sing while
the cell phone ring
I should remind you that
Manors don't cost a thing.
you eat with your mouth open
your social etiquette
is broken like
the missing link
you escaped from charm school
pretty dam quick
A simple thank you
a nod of appreciation
a kick in the bollocks
an act of retaliation
peaceful doves
fly upon damaged wings
I wish society would realize
Manners don't cost a thing
A smile costs nothing
You should try it once in a while
Your tracksuit is as flattering
As your appearance on Jeremy Kyle
A special brew in one hand
A bull terrier in the other
Marching down the street
You look like Adolf Hitlers brother
You point and you grunt
No please or thank you
I must be a mirage
Or an Android here to serve you
There's no human connection
I think you're lost in translation
You've jumped the queue for manners
You're a fucking irritation
Your sad manners have cost you everything.