Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Would You Kindly, artist - JT Music. Date of issue: 15.02.2019
Song language: English
Would You Kindly |
| A masquerade has just begun |
| Despite the party being none too lively |
| Unlock your cage and take a step outside it |
| Follow my guidance… would you kindly? |
| Who would sign their own death certificate? |
| The kind that no one dared to question if legitimate? |
| The same man who ran a contraband syndicate |
| Just you wait with bated breath — his resurrection’s imminent |
| Had to burn the past, to invest in futuristics |
| And turn the orphans of dystopia into a business |
| Big brother should’ve kept his eye on little sisters |
| But now any witnesses are swimmin' with the fishes |
| I started from the top, took a plunge to the bottom |
| Waited 'till my name became long forgotten |
| Remade myself among the paupers, dropped into their Sodom |
| This impoverished populace — back to the top I’ve brought 'em |
| Taught 'em how to topple corruption — find you a lighter |
| Ignite a revolution, you can fight fire with fire! |
| Why would i try to build an empire for myself? |
| When I can just take one away from someone else |
| If you wonder who’s entitled to the sweat of your brow |
| Stop workin' so hard, I’ll get you a towel |
| I rejected Ryan’s message, but I took his keys |
| Will the real Fontaine please stand up? |
| Don’t look at me! |
| Maybe you should’ve asked nicer, try a «Would You Kindly?» |
| Grab a map, or an Atlas — you’ll never find me |
| So much Adam and Plasmids writhing inside me |
| Break the Great Chain weighin' us down — now I’m free! |
| Pray the voices are not delusions |
| This city’s twisted nature — echoed in these stains |
| And your choices — far from illusion |
| Embrace the searing pain of chaos in your veins |
| Forget identity |
| A concept that is dead to me |
| Much unlike destiny |
| I sculpted what you’re meant to be |
| Our latest visitor’s about to hit the deep end |
| Thanks to a plane crash — ain’t that convenient? |
| An angel from above, but in the depths he’ll find devils |
| How far will he sink? |
| I’ll bring him down to my level |
| No one knows Jack — my master plan can’t get out, this |
| Ain’t a wonderland you stumbled into, Alice |
| I’ve been playin' around in your egg salad |
| How did you think I got Ryan’s crown without a ballot? |
| I’m here to stay, but I ain’t campaignin' |
| I’ll take the reins, Rapture needs maintaining |
| The city’s leaking, Adam and Eve are drainin' |
| So grab a shortwave radio, I won’t leave you hangin' |
| That is unless it’s at the tip of a rivet or from a noose |
| Better than being the errand boy for that floozy mother Goose |
| You ain’t useless to me, you’re my ace in the hole |
| But you got deuces and threes, yet you ain’t gonna fold? |
| Got you barking like a cocker spaniel on my command |
| Speaking of dogs, you recall what you’ve done with those hands? |
| So when you see those little freaks, kill their daddies and grab 'em |
| What’s a little brat to you, mook? |
| Harvest their Adam! |
| Cuz next to that, cash is nothing if you wanna be rich |
| Get your hands on a tonic, this is not a fraudulent pitch |
| Remember ammo ain’t so plentiful, you don’t wanna run outta clips |
| Until you get to Ryan’s office and kill that son of a bitch |
| I’m a man of many faces |
| But I’m calling off the masquerade |
| Underneath this act, I’m faceless |
| You’re just a performer, and I’ve cast the play |
| Curtains drawn, face the crowd |
| Know your lines, say them loud |
| Play your part, make us proud |
| Hear applause and take a bow |
| Nice work boyo, I’ll try to make your death quick |
| They say, never mix business with friendship |
| But you’ve been the best partner that I ever worked with |
| I treated you more like a father, than even yours did |
| I’ll run Rapture tits to toes now that I got the clout |
| Any problem with that, scrub? |
| Come on up, we’ll slug it out! |
| Think you got power? |
| You’re nothin' but twenty watts |
| I’m the lights of Broadway, I brought a mob and I’m it’s boss |
| Who told you that you’re special? |
| Born to do great things? |
| Tattooed your brain with memories, then ripped away your wings? |
| Who showed you what you was and all the wonders you’d accomplish? |
| If you don’t call that family, I don’t know what is |
| My name’s Atlas, I aim to keep you alive |
| Till Frank Fontaine rises, I’ll sweep you aside |
| My name’s Atlas, I aim to keep you alive |
| Till Frank Fontaine rises, I’ll sweep you aside |