I think this song is basically how Brian doesn't think this jerk deserves to have anything in the afterlife. He was in jail. How he is too bad for even satan and is pushed away and shunned I guess. And now he is stuck as a ghost on earth, trapped.
Listen to the organ that i play for you
Since you've got no choice
Hear me through
That shows how he is trapped I guess in his casket. Also the lyrics should be this I'm pretty sure. Makes a whole lot more sence:
Listen to the organ that I play for you
Since you got no choice, hear me through
You look as if you like it, but you seem reserved
It's my requiem for a jerk
I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray
Cut my appetite for the day
I tried to raise a toast, ate this second verse
Buttered requiem for a jerk
It's an afternoon for mourners, but the tears don't come
Got what you deserved, the maximum
Well I'm getting sentimental but it's too much work
What's a requiem, to a jerk
Well the devil left a message
"Go try paradise
Hell's a lot too hot
Not too nice
Try to take on god
If you've got the nerve
Even I don't need
Stupid jerks"
Listen to the organ that I play for you
Since you got no choice, hear me through
You look as if you like it in your woolen shirt
It's my requiem for a jerk
I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray
Cut my appetite for the day
On your white-washed face
Blue steal prison wall
I'll write stupid jerk, that's all
I think this song is basically how Brian doesn't think this jerk deserves to have anything in the afterlife. He was in jail. How he is too bad for even satan and is pushed away and shunned I guess. And now he is stuck as a ghost on earth, trapped.
Listen to the organ that i play for you Since you've got no choice Hear me through
That shows how he is trapped I guess in his casket. Also the lyrics should be this I'm pretty sure. Makes a whole lot more sence: Listen to the organ that I play for you Since you got no choice, hear me through You look as if you like it, but you seem reserved It's my requiem for a jerk
I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray Cut my appetite for the day I tried to raise a toast, ate this second verse Buttered requiem for a jerk It's an afternoon for mourners, but the tears don't come Got what you deserved, the maximum
Well I'm getting sentimental but it's too much work What's a requiem, to a jerk
Well the devil left a message "Go try paradise Hell's a lot too hot Not too nice Try to take on god If you've got the nerve Even I don't need Stupid jerks"
Listen to the organ that I play for you Since you got no choice, hear me through You look as if you like it in your woolen shirt It's my requiem for a jerk
I wrote it in the bath on my breakfast tray Cut my appetite for the day On your white-washed face Blue steal prison wall I'll write stupid jerk, that's all