Theo Katzman - That's The Life lyrics
[Theo Katzman - That's The Life lyrics]
I wanna be from somewhere
I wanna stand for something
The price of my freedom
It couldn't pay me nothing
I wanna die an old man
In the presence of loved ones
With a special someone sittin'
Right next to me
When I go to the cafe
For to getting my coffee
They know exactly what I want
They don't even ask me
And if I keep up the good work
Make a visit to the tip jar
Well, every couple days now
They forgot to charge me
I wanna be from somewhеre
I wanna stand for something
The pricе of my freedom
It couldn't pay me nothing
I wanna die an old man
In the presence of loved ones
With a special someone sittin'
Right next to me
Say howdy to my neighbor
When I'm takin' out the trash can
And we talk about some bullshit
In the early evening breeze
And even though I am the new kid
And he's been living on the old block
We still ask each other how our day was
And that's the way it oughta be
I wanna be from somewhere
I wanna stand for something
The price of my freedom
It couldn't pay me nothing
I wanna die an old man
In the presence of loved ones
With a special someone sittin'
Right next to me
Who's talking 'bout a movement?
Who's talking 'bout money?
It shouldn't take a revolution
To get some milk and honey (oh oh yeah)
Who's talking 'bout living
A little closer to the bone, yeah
Who's talking bout the one thing
I thought everybody wanted to
Be from somewhere
I wanna get off the outrage
I wanna get on the same page
I wanna ring in the new age
I wanna get off the screen
I wanna listen to the ancients
Find the glitches in the matrix
And get back to the basics
I bet you we could all agree
We wanna be from somewhere
We wanna stand for something
But the price of our freedom
I hope nobody could pay you nothing
I wanna die an old man
Be in the presence of loved ones
With a special someone sittin'
Right next to me
With a special someone, yeah
That's the life of my dreams
I wanna stand for something
The price of my freedom
It couldn't pay me nothing
I wanna die an old man
In the presence of loved ones
With a special someone sittin'
Right next to me
When I go to the cafe
For to getting my coffee
They know exactly what I want
They don't even ask me
And if I keep up the good work
Make a visit to the tip jar
Well, every couple days now
They forgot to charge me
I wanna be from somewhеre
I wanna stand for something
The pricе of my freedom
It couldn't pay me nothing
I wanna die an old man
In the presence of loved ones
With a special someone sittin'
Right next to me
Say howdy to my neighbor
When I'm takin' out the trash can
And we talk about some bullshit
In the early evening breeze
And even though I am the new kid
And he's been living on the old block
We still ask each other how our day was
And that's the way it oughta be
I wanna be from somewhere
I wanna stand for something
The price of my freedom
It couldn't pay me nothing
I wanna die an old man
In the presence of loved ones
With a special someone sittin'
Right next to me
Who's talking 'bout a movement?
Who's talking 'bout money?
It shouldn't take a revolution
To get some milk and honey (oh oh yeah)
Who's talking 'bout living
A little closer to the bone, yeah
Who's talking bout the one thing
I thought everybody wanted to
Be from somewhere
I wanna get off the outrage
I wanna get on the same page
I wanna ring in the new age
I wanna get off the screen
I wanna listen to the ancients
Find the glitches in the matrix
And get back to the basics
I bet you we could all agree
We wanna be from somewhere
We wanna stand for something
But the price of our freedom
I hope nobody could pay you nothing
I wanna die an old man
Be in the presence of loved ones
With a special someone sittin'
Right next to me
With a special someone, yeah
That's the life of my dreams