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The Streets

Test Of Time

 

Test Of Time


Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it
Naked to the waste with the paper
More time I am just searching
All waking day I've been up to nothing
But I snore like I have been working
Really fussy with food and never complain
Do any drug any stranger gives me

Music from the past
The eagle fans out west to climb
Beauty doesn't last
Evil stands the test of time

Around that energy every night
Don't smoke food get second hand high
Come from the center of this little island
Come from the memory of love lives
Come from the empire where the sun never dies
I come from the empire where the blood never dries

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it
Sun is the colour of the palour of love
Or am I deeping too much?

Mixed up and discussed with a knife and fork
Mixed up in discussions of a life that's forked

Witness as that 60 quid dress turns into 60K in child support
My head has so many tabs open
Lines of inquiry that ended somewhere
But life keeps reminding you like adverts embedded
In the other thing your killing time doing

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it
Naked to the waste with the paper
More time I'm just searching
All waking day I've been up to nothing
But I snore like I have been working

Right this is in me, this full kicking juice
Mike Skinner singing the mule skinner blues
Nothing but cry from the bottom of the bottle
Don't wolf whistle me, please!
I've put on the my cleanest dirty trainers
Like Kris Kristofferson's me

I come from the center of this little island
I come from the memory of love lives
I come from the empire where the sun never died
I come from the empire where the blood never dried

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it

You want to be shaking in the car
Or floodlit in the spot
Do you want to be hated for what you are
Or loved for what you're not

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it now that it's done
Take it to the future, make it into new times
And don't ask for signs and then ignore the signs

Music from the past
The eagle fans out west to climb
Beauty doesn't last
Evil stands the test of time

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it

Celebrate another trip around the sun
Maybe you are feeling it

done

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