Paroles This Old Man de Guardian

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Gimme, gimme, gimmeRemember me? 'Member me?This old man, he plays one on oneHe was your cool whip master, you were his B.C. sonThis old manHe's got the smell of sinHe's got the nature of sinHe was your actual, factual old sin natureMother praying, 'Jesus save the boy,Save him from the old man.'Got awayGlory, GloryUp from the water, out of the graveWearing a new man's clothesThe old man's dragging the lake again latelyWhat does he want?Mama, you don't suppose...This old man, he don't mind the gapHe's like a subway ratHe's crawling out of your pastOut of the darkLittle land sharkLittle predator scavengerServing up sucker punchFlyweight, gonna eat your lunchThis old man, he's flicking on the brightsHe's wanting squatter's rightsHe's gotta have his space in your faceGet you reminsicing for the very years you wastedEvery bitter fruit you tastedGonna snare you in a stare-downBetter to choke than breathe in your curseThis old man, this old manBetter to crawl than to ride in your hearseThis old man, he plays seek and destroyHe comes robbing my joyHe's here spreading the rotOld man, don't you get it?What I've got's as good as goldGood as goldBetter than gold

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