Feed Me lyrics

Hey you, so whatcha gonna do?

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

How things are together we'll destroy

And then we can destroy what we are

Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free

We don't give praise, we take praise, so why are we?

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man

Hey you, so whatcha gonna do?

How things are together we'll destroy

And then we can destroy what we are

Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free

We don't give praise, we take praise, so why are we?

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

From cradle to grave, this simple diary of man

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

Feed me when I'm hungry, drink me 'til I'm dry

The dream of yesterday becomes another lie

You feed me lies, distortion, the English disaster

No one's free, one love for one master

Unbearable, searable, popular demand

From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man

We found a new place to live where we're taught to grow strong

And strongly sensitive, it always sets the scenery

Colours leave only beauty, words and wine amongst the greenery

See how it is, see how it is

The only lessons you teach us from a margin

They ask my origin

The only lessons you teach us from a margin

They ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin

Extract from crystal though nothing is clear

I despise you, damn you, dream you, I love you

But still nothing is clear

I think of when I found you

You keep on singin' while I'm drowning

Down into that two-tone vision

I've been raised in this place

And now concrete is my religion

See how it is, see how it is

See how it is, see how it is

The only lessons you teach us from a margin

You ask my origin

The only lessons you teach us from a margin

They ask my origin

The only lessons you teach us from a margin

You ask my origin

The only lessons you teach us from a margin

They ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin

• Artist:Tricky
• Album:Maxinquaye