Some sunny day they're gonna come for you Sooner or later said you know that it's true You think you're so sly You tried to roll by You played the safe side You said will somebody take me Another James Brown You made the same sound

Well, I'm so glad they turned us all away We'll put it down to fate Got too deep, but how deep is too deep? It made so much sense But now the haze has ascended Well, last night these two bouncers And one of 'em's alright, the other one's the scary one

I'd be home with you And they'd find us in a week After the insects have made their claim We lay here for years or for hours So long we become the flowers After the foxes have known our taste They'd find us in a week (Lay here for years or for hours) I

They told me that I won't make it I waited all my life for this All my life for this But I made it (We used to say, yeah, we used to say) Yeah, uh, yeah Yeah, yeah, ah, yeah It's tough not to get anxious Exercising my patience

(Everything has got to get better) Yeah yeah yeah Hey yeah yeah Yeah yeah yeah yeah Whoa ho oh oh oh My grandmother suits was tailor made, Sundays Mahalia played

It's just me and you Yeah, it's just me and you And we are definitely outnumbered There's more of them than us Just when you think you made a new friend They throw you under the bus So it's just me and you Turn the sound down on my TV I just can't listen

Slow it down, Angie come back to bed Rest your arms, and rest your legs I feel her filth in my bones Wash off my hands 'til it’s gone The walls they’re closing in With velvet curtains Some love was made for the lights Some kiss your cheek and goodnight

Who made who, who made you? Who made who, ain't nobody told you? Who made who, who made you? If you made them and they made you Who picked up the bill, and who made who? The video game says "play me" Face it on a level but it takes you every time on a

They'll never listen Because their minds are made up And 'course it's all okay to carry on that way Not in the same way Well oh they might wear classic Reeboks Or knackered Converse Or tracky bottoms tucked in socks But all of that's what the point is

Me, got it out the mud, they respect that Me, always spread the love when I get back You, got your hand out, that's a bitch move You, always complaining like a bitch do Me, still right here with who I came with Me, self-made, my circles on the same shit