Lyrics This Old Man - Guardian
Oooh,
gimme,
gimme,
gimme
'Member
me,
'member
me?
This
old
man,
he
plays
one-on-one
He
was
your
cool
whip
master,
you
were
his
B.C.
son
This
old
man,
he's
got
the
smell
of
sin
He's
got
the
nature
of
sin
He
was
your
actual,
factual
old
sin
nature
Mother
praying,
"Jesus
save
the
boy
Save
him
from
the
old
man
Got
away,
glory,
glory"
Up
from
the
water,
out
of
the
grave
Wearin'
the
new
man's
clothes
The
old
man's
draggin'
the
lake
again,
lately
What
does
he
want?
Mama,
you
don't
suppose...?
This
old
man,
he
don't
mind
the
gap
He's
like
a
subway
rat
He's
crawlin'
out
your
past,
out
the
dark
Little
land
shark,
little
predator,
scavenger
Serving
up
sucker
punch,
flyweight,
gonna
eat
your
lunch
This
old
man,
he's
flickin'
on
the
brights
He
wants
squatter's
rights
He's
gotta
have
his
space
in
your
face
Get
you
reminsicin'
for
the
very
years
you
wasted
Every
bitter
fruit
you
tasted
gonna
snare
you
in
a
stare
down
Better
to
choke
than
breathe
in
your
curse
This
old
man,
this
old
man
Better
to
crawl
than
to
ride
in
your
hearse
This
old
man,
this
old
man
This
old
man,
this
old
man
Up
from
the
water,
out
of
the
grave
Wearin'
the
new
man's
clothes
The
old
man's
draggin'
the
lake
again,
lately
What
does
he
want?
Mama,
you
don't
suppose...?
Ohh,
this
old
man,
he
plays
seek
and
destroy
He
comes
robbin'
my
joy
He's
here,
spread
the
rot
Old
man,
don't
you
get
it?
What
I've
got's
good
as
gold
It's
good
as
gold,
it's
better
than
gold
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