Dirty Ol' Man
- Dido (1996)You are listening to the song Dirty Ol' Man by Dido, writer by Rollo Armstrong;Sister Bliss in album Reverence (2006 Reissue). The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
Lyrics
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 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 misinformed
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 [...]
Now give me your cash and go
Before you're heart brakes
You're living under my wing
And all you got I'm going to 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 deceit 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
'Cause 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 the rough edge of my tongue
I started young, I got teenagers carrying guns
I hear you wanna hold me to blame, but we're the same
So for me win society and feel the shame
I'm a rough 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, this is who I am
He's a dirty old man and a dirty old man
He's a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
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