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FaithlessDIRTY OL' MAN He's a dirty old man, And a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a dirty old man? My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone, Heart of stone, Have a care, You know my breath stinks, I leave shit everywhere, So be aware ? Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature, You better wait, you're misinformed, Ain't nothing warm about me, ? concrete clay and steel, And what else is real? I mean the actual deal, People seem to love living under my skin, Some of them call me London, I'm also known as New York. Anywhere in the world you find me I talk the same bad talk, Walk the same walk from side to side, You're transparent to me, There ain't a thing you can hide, Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive. Now give me your cash and go Before you're heart brakes, You're living under my wing And all you got I'm going to take, I'm a dirty old man. He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine. I'm a rough old man beyond heart ache, To improve my mood I could use an earthquake, I sit awake for my people to release the pain, So I can know peace again In my skin, sin deceit and mistrust soaked in, I think I might just ? Often drops of woe, streets flow with tears, I fall down all around your ears. If I could, if I was made of wood start a fire, no lie, 'Cause I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret, I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns. GOD IS A DJ This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's a natural grace Of watching young life shape It's in minor keys Solutions and remedies Enemies becoming friends When bitterness ends This is my church (3x) This is my church This is where I heal my hurt It's in the world I become Content in the hum Between voice and drum It's in change The poetic justice of cause and effect Respect, love, compassion This is my church This is where I heal my hurt For tonight God is a DJ (3x) This is my church (3x) |
 
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INSOMNIA I only smoke weed when I need to, And I need to get some rest, I confess, I burnt a hole in the mattress, Yes, yes, it was me, I plead guilty, And on the count of three I pull back the duvet, Make my way to the refrigerator, One dry potato inside, no lie Not even bread, jam, When the light above my head went bam! I can't sleep, something's all over me, Greasy, insomnia please release me, And let me dream about making mad love on the heath, Tearing off tights with my teeth. But there's no relief, I'm wide awake in my kitchen, It's dark and I'm lonely, Oh, if I could only get some sleep, Creaky noises make my skin creep, I need to get some sleep, I can't get no sleep.... Published by yetidata hk 2003 |
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