paroles de chanson 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