Paroles de Apparatchik (feat. Paul Noonan)

House always wins So don’t cry, cry Down like water Down like sand Got to try, ‘cause I I am an old dog This is a new trick I won’t look down, down Apparatchik These are the punches that we roll with This is the shit When it’s so much easier to stomach it I’m downwind of you Black berets and blue jeans A wry smile, a smile From the glue For your tip tape I get high, high All these cars Have lost their soul In the race for the prize, compromise Apparatchik These are the punches that we roll with This is the shit When it’s so much easier to stomach it And I’m downwind of you ‘Cause you give good odour And you raise my game From this high rise hoping You steal my gains Stuck together with traffic jams Sweaty palms Apparatchik These are the punches that we roll with This is the shit When it’s so much easier to stomach it I’m downwind of you Laugh now but one day we’ll be in charge Laugh now but one day we’ll be in charge Laugh now but one day we’ll be in charge