The Cinematic Orchestra - All Things to All Men ft Roots Manuva

It´s sunday, so just sit back and relax



And now it seems
as if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds
and now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
I'm a shackled child
singing the good song of Freedom
They've got no pride
they interrupt our grieving
Tear drop dropping
for the pain of the world
My best friend dies
when she was just a young girl
Left me here, to fend for myself
Now the pain never leaves
We just learn to cope
so when the devil needs haning
will you tie up the rope and shout PULL!
Let's put an end to this bull
zen thing
How many years
before we pratice what we preach
How many tears
before we truly clinch the peak
Only to find that
there is no honey on the moon
Official goon
with the unofficial croon

I'm All Things to All Men
All of the Women
All the Children
Just say when
and I'll take you to my Tardis
Who's the Hardest
Who's the Hardest (4x)