Roots Manuva, The Cinematic Orchestra - All Things to All Men lyrics

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 drops 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 hangin 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 tears 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

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 humor
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 maybe, 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?

Look at the monster you make
Look at the monster you pay
But, you claim no responsibility
But, you claim not we're searching for Jesus
But, I'll be damned
If I'll be crucified by 10, 000 spies
Compulsive lies they Hate Me
They Love Me they Hate Me

Cause, 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