The Streets - Memento Mori lyrics
[The Streets - Memento Mori lyrics]
Ah, what was the question? Oh yeah
Memento mori it means
Remember it's inevitable that we will all die
It sounds quite depressing when said
So raw and direct but it means
Don't hang yourself on a material life
But that gets dropped when I'm
Bopping a shopping day am I shallow
Am I hung up on such wrong ways?
Yes, I am shallow and loving every wrong play
If love is blind then why
Do we all buy lingerie?
I've got nothing in my life
Away from the studio
So when I'm loose, I end up consuming dough
Memento mori, memento mori
It's Latin and it says we must all die
But, I tried it for a while
It's a load of boring shite
So I buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy
If I start to think of life
I have prangs of paranoia
Pull one stripey shirt off a rack
Toy another
Overthink my fate grasping a pastel jumper
Panic buy a flight home
Prang though actually sober
Change my mind and fly back into Vegas
Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels
Frame the Ferrari through the
Day with the Mayhem
Just to forget about the race in my head
I don't really care about the
Luck and the look
But driving a Ferrari is fucking book
Memento mori, memento mori
It's Latin and it says we must all die
But, I tried it for a while
It's a load of boring shite
So I buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy
I think if I could see me
Now from my growing past
I'd hate the shirted cunt that seems
To be so fucking flash
I reckon from the threads
I think all I think's about cash
But my manager tells me I
Ought to think about cash
It's like people don't know
The eighties started
My card just keeps carding
With the card machine
You don't regard the old you
Charging a Ferrari
Minus the driving license through
Nevada at speed i never think about money
In fact I have no idea how much money I have
Memento mori, memento mori
It's Latin and it says we must all die
But, I tried it for a while
It's a load of boring shite
So I buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy
Chilean Carmenere sips as I'm
Parting her hair but, I'm an ASBO drinker
I want to be chilly park air
But ASBO drinkers just don't dig
My art and my flair
Even if they dig my ASBO driving
Past their car light flair
Sometimes when I buy my diamond
Trinkets with my whores
I know I've strayed a bit from
My old sins and my walks
But then I laugh out loud that
My card still fucking talks
I feel awful for a beat but
At least I'm not bored
Memento mori it means
Remember it's inevitable that we will all die
It sounds quite depressing when said
So raw and direct but it means
Don't hang yourself on a material life
But that gets dropped when I'm
Bopping a shopping day am I shallow
Am I hung up on such wrong ways?
Yes, I am shallow and loving every wrong play
If love is blind then why
Do we all buy lingerie?
I've got nothing in my life
Away from the studio
So when I'm loose, I end up consuming dough
Memento mori, memento mori
It's Latin and it says we must all die
But, I tried it for a while
It's a load of boring shite
So I buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy
If I start to think of life
I have prangs of paranoia
Pull one stripey shirt off a rack
Toy another
Overthink my fate grasping a pastel jumper
Panic buy a flight home
Prang though actually sober
Change my mind and fly back into Vegas
Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels
Frame the Ferrari through the
Day with the Mayhem
Just to forget about the race in my head
I don't really care about the
Luck and the look
But driving a Ferrari is fucking book
Memento mori, memento mori
It's Latin and it says we must all die
But, I tried it for a while
It's a load of boring shite
So I buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy
I think if I could see me
Now from my growing past
I'd hate the shirted cunt that seems
To be so fucking flash
I reckon from the threads
I think all I think's about cash
But my manager tells me I
Ought to think about cash
It's like people don't know
The eighties started
My card just keeps carding
With the card machine
You don't regard the old you
Charging a Ferrari
Minus the driving license through
Nevada at speed i never think about money
In fact I have no idea how much money I have
Memento mori, memento mori
It's Latin and it says we must all die
But, I tried it for a while
It's a load of boring shite
So I buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy
Chilean Carmenere sips as I'm
Parting her hair but, I'm an ASBO drinker
I want to be chilly park air
But ASBO drinkers just don't dig
My art and my flair
Even if they dig my ASBO driving
Past their car light flair
Sometimes when I buy my diamond
Trinkets with my whores
I know I've strayed a bit from
My old sins and my walks
But then I laugh out loud that
My card still fucking talks
I feel awful for a beat but
At least I'm not bored