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Moloko - The Id lyrics
[Fade in chorus] (You see, it goes like this) Momma, don't you turn away Just because I've gone astray Out of the fire, into the frying pan, this is the story of a sorry man I have been known to deviate myself from the path that is set But let us not forget about the man who decided to dedicate his life to the jetset He is now just a shadow of his former self And dark clouds hover overhead The living dead, move over, you see it goes like this I could be a mover, I could be a shaker, don't you try to get in my way I'm the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all be mine one day Well I myself do not think that such a raw ambition, his disposition To be a sin in itself, though Should we not forget about the mess that he got himself in Where now stands this meek and empty man, there once was a typhoon Earthquaking, a phenomena, higher than the rest of us 'Cause he was steppin' on us, steppin' over people And this is how the story goes, folks I will go undefeated, I'll be protected You think you're big time, I'll show you big time Hollerin' and swallowin' air, crawling in the pit of dispair Once he got his foot in the door, well you know he was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy, funny fella though, always had a joke or two, but be careful, the joke could be on you Did you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego, the monumental man sat back to watch his automobile grow He was a Lamborghini kind of guy, got so high He would swear he could touch the sky But the sky was the limit He was calling, he was crawling, riddled by the immensities of life, ladies of the night would call all hours of the day, every day, all day, calling for his mommy when the day was done Yes, he was moving, he was shaking, so lonesome tonight, And his eyes belied his smile awhile, Calling for his mummy but his mummy didn't come Once he got his foot in the door, well you know he was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy, funny fella though, always had a joke or two, but be careful, the joke could be on you Did you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego, the monumental man sat back to watch his automobile grow He was a Lamborghini kind of guy, got so high He would swear he could touch the sky But the sky was the limit I could be a mover, I could be a shaker, don't you try to get in my way I'm the heart breaker, the money maker, this will all be mine one day I will go undefeated, I'll be protected You think you're big time, I'll show you big time Hollerin' and swallowin' air, crawling in the pit of dispair. |
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