Texty piesní The Cinematic Orchestra

The Cinematic Orchestra

All Things to All Men

And now it seems

As if we're used to the chagrin

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 hanging

Will you tie up the rope and shout pull

Let's put an end to this bull

Zen thing

How many years

Before we practice 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

[2x]

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 seem 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?

[4x]

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

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 ten thousand 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