Memento Mori
(专辑: The Hardest Way To Make An Easy Living - 2006)
Ah, what was the
question? Oh yeah, memento mori It means, remember it's inevitable that we will all die It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and direct But it means, don't hang yourself on a
material life But that gets dropped when I'm bopping a
shopping day Am I
shallow, am I
hung up on such wrong ways? Yes, I
am shallow and loving every wrong play If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie? I've got nothing in my life away from the
studio So when I'm loose, I
end up consuming dough Memento mori, memento mori It's Latin and it says we must all die But I
tried it for a
while, it's a
load of boring shite So I
buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy If I
start to think of life, I
have prangs of paranoia Pull one stripey shirt off a
rack, toy another Overthink my fate grasping a
pastel jumper Panic buy a
flight home, prang though actually sober Change my mind and fly back into Vegas Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels Frame the
Ferrari through the
day with the
Mayhem Just to forget about the
race in my head I
don't really care about the
luck and the
look But driving a
Ferrari is fucking book Memento mori, memento mori It's Latin and it says we must all die But I
tried it for a
while, it's a
load of boring shite So I
buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy I
think if I
could see me now from my growing past I'd hate the
shirted cunt that seems to be so fucking flash I
reckon from the
threads, I
think all I
think's about cash But my manager tells me I
ought to think about cash It's like people don't know the
eighties started My card just keeps carding with the
card machine You don't regard the
old you, charging a
Ferrari Minus the
driving license through Nevada at speed I
never think about money In fact I
have no idea how much money I
have Memento mori, memento mori It's Latin and it says we must all die But I
tried it for a
while, it's a
load of boring shite So I
buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy Chilean Carmenere sips as I'm parting her hair But I'm an ASBO drinker, I
want to be chilly park air But ASBO drinkers just don't dig my art and my flair Even if they dig my ASBO driving, past their car light flair Sometimes when I
buy my diamond trinkets with my whores I
know I've strayed a
bit from my old sins and my walks But then I
laugh out loud that my card still fucking talks I
feel awful for a
beat but at least I'm not bored