The Old World Songtext

von Julien Aklei

Well i'm walking this road with mud on my shoes
And the coats of the men are clean
And their pockets are filled with pennies
And their ladies laugh at me

And i'm cheered by the way the birds show off
And the flags that blow against the wind
But every time I cross a man
I start shaking in my boots again.

Good lord! good lord!

I want someone to kiss me, take off my clothes
Make love to me, I don't know

Good lord! good lord!

Well this place ain't much like the old world
It don't seem much like the old world

Three big men, they corner me:
We got a bone to pick with you
Your numbers they just don't add up
And your wings is stained with glue

And the good guys don't wear no funny clothes
And the honest guys don't rhyme
And the pure of heart they hide their light
And the innocent don't shine

And the truth it looks a bit like us
And common sense is where we stand
And the farthest point our eyes can see
Is the farthest point of this land

Good lord! good lord!

I want someone to kiss me, take off my clothes
Make love to me, I don't know

Good lord! good lord!

Well this place aint much like the old world
It don't seem much like the old world

My tongue is tired and defeated
It don't wanna speak no more
I just wanna bury my head in my hands
And slouch way down on the floor

But then I think of that long lost day
When I sat in a field with you
You said, beautiful day, beautiful child
I wanna give my life to you

So you slit your wrists and the blood poured out
And we watched a thousand roses bloom
Then I kissed you till the flesh turned back
Like a baby soft and new

Good lord! sweet lord!

Well this place aint much like the old world
It don't look much like the old world