| Lyrics: | He's a dirty old man, And a dirty old man, He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
I'm a
dirty old man The mean streets are home, My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone,
Heart of
stone, Have a care, I carry traces of death in my hair,
You know my breath stinks, I leave shit
everywhere,
So be aware I'm unfeeling Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature,
You
better wait, you're missinformed, Ain't nothing warm about me,
Cold and gray, concrete clay and
steel, And what else is real? I mean the actual deal,
People seem to love living under my hair,
Some of them call me London,
I'm also known as New York. Anywhere in the world you find me I
talk the same bad talk,
Walk the same walk from side to side, You're transparent to
me,
There ain't a thing you can hide, Derive glamour from the stamina it takes to
survive.
You think I didn't know it's over with your face like a rat
Now give me your cash
and go Before you're heart brakes,
You're living under my wing And all you got I'm gonna take,
I'm a dirty old man.
He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a
friend of mine.
He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man,
He's a dirty old man and a friend
of mine.
I'm a rough old man beyond heart ache, To improve my mood I could use an
earthquake,
I sit awake for my people to release the pain, So I can know peace again In my
skin,
sin diceit and mistrust soaked in, I think I might just fuss Often drops of
woe,
streets flow with tears, I fall down all around your ears.
If I could, if I was made of
wood start a fire, no lie,
I can afford to smoke sacred fire, Cos I wouldn't bet on people
changing just yet
My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret,
So you're
catching |
