Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged Now you're lost cuz you've got yourself in the way Now you're nothing but an old song rearranged Now they
Dio com'ero vecchio quando non ceri tu nemmeno nello specchio mi riconosco piu Dio com'ero grigio senza i tuoi colori e successo quel prodigio che si
ve made Don't melt the lady's heart I'll put on the old 45's And maybe the old songs Will bring back the old times Maybe the old lines Will sound
I am pure fucking poison You're no antidote Cheap thrills fouling water South on the highway Sour kisses were all there were Amongst blank walls Fuck
me so sincerely that I believed that you loved me Yet I can't understand why Can't I be your only man Day after day you Ya Treat me any old way I wanna
'...I get along without you very well' [Hoagy Carmichael. 1939] I've forgotten everything about you 'til someone says your name I've forgotten all the
I never had much money I never won a race My jokes don't end up funny And I've had doors slammed in my face But I think you've charmed me I always hoped
People looked right through me When I was all alone Never seemed to notice I was there at all Always seemed to look the other way Winter days were colder
We've only just begun To live White lace and promises A kiss for luck and we're on our way Before the rising sun We fly So many roads to choose We start
kickin it live And hit them switches before I'm old enough to drive My teachers can't stand me cause I give em no respect But I ain't sayin "M'am, yes M'am
we played practical jokes on everybody smoked with they locs and the yolks on All through high school, girls by the dozens Sayin we cousins, knowin that we wasn't But like the old
. cause I'm fuckin his secretary I black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em all They panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em all I'll probably be an old
Now here's a song for all of you Who hate the world the way I do And all the whiney old school farts And the sophomoric new school fools And the cliques
[Verse One:] I have no face, I have no body, I have no heart I have no soul I don't care if you're young if you're old Here's my mission, I'm out to
place, what if it breaks and I will fall? The thing that I most fear now is the fear of really knowing what I fear. One too many times the same old song
it hammer the tension out I'm talking cool, calm, dominant phenomenal Monitor face to the wall opposite U.F.O.'s and locusts sing the same old song While
til you stop and say (no) Cause I get more (ho!) than +Hip-Hop Hooray+ I rock steady, steady rocks don't wanna box with God Because I'm cool, givin props to the old
