Black Belt Lyrics - Pale Green Ghosts - John Grant

You are at the height of your game, aren't you 

Would you not say that you agree baby 

You got your grift all fine tuned and sparkling 

Yeah you got your bored look all worked out 

You are all enlightened, nothin' makes you frightened 

You ain't got no time to waste on entry-level middle class 

You are supercilious, pretty and ridiculous 

You got really good taste, you know how to cut and paste 

What you got is a black belt in BS 

But you can't hawk your pretty wares up in here anymore 

Hit your head on the playground at recess 

Etch-a-sketch your way out of this one reject 

You know how to get what you want, don't you 

Would you not say that you agree baby 

You really think that you can school me in semantics 

I can't recommend that baby, I see through your antics 

You think you're mysterious, you cannot be serious 

You got lots of time to think of new ways to deceive yourself 

You are callipygian, but look at the state you're in 

You got really nice clothes, bet you didn't pay for those 

[Repeat x5] 

What you got is a black belt in BS 

But you can't hawk your pretty wares up in here anymore 

Hit your head on the playground at recess 

Etch-a-sketch your way out of this one reject