The Cinematic Orchestra - All Things to All Men

And now it seems as if we’re used to the shegree We made our beds and now we hate where these beds be Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea I’m a shackled child singing the good song of Freedom They’ve got no pride they interrupt our grieving Tear drop dropping for the pain of the world My best friend dies when she was just a young girl Left me here, to fend for myself Now the pain never leaves We just learn to cope so when the devil needs haning will you tie up the rope and shout PULL! Let’s put an end to this bull zen thing How many years before we pratice what we preach How many years before we truly clinch the peak Only to find that there is no honey on the moon Official goon with the unofficial croon I’m All Things to All Men All of the Women All the Children Just say when and I’ll take you to my Tardis Who’s the Hardest Who’s the Hardest (4x) 16 bar cycles heart felt recital from the wacky blacky man they should have called me Michael Look at the monster you make look at the monster you pay But you claim no responsibility cause it’s each to his self in these times that we live Does God have a sense of humour then the joke’s on us Cause we’re chasing our tails for how long The tussle makes us how strong vintage poor people fun If we could ease up on these booze and fags then, just maybey life wouldn’t be so mad Be a man my dad said but what the hell he know he lost his dreams he lost his flow And I don’t wanna be alone I’m born King so where’s my throne I’m too intense I’m too deep I’m too nice for life So what makes this place so nervous? I’m All Things to All Men All of the Women All the Children Just say when and I’ll take you to my Tardis Who’s the Hardest Who’s the Hardest (4x) Look