| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a dirty old man | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a friend of mine | |
| What?He's a dirty old man | |
| And a dirty old man | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a friend of mine | |
| I'm a dirty old man, the mean streets are home | |
| My life is cold, | |
| I'll chill you to the bone | |
| Heart of stone, have a care | |
| I carry traces of death in my hair | |
| You know my breath stinks, | |
| I leave shit everywhere | |
| So be aware | |
| I'm unfeeling | |
| Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature | |
| You better wait, you're misinformed | |
| Ain't nothing warm about me | |
| Cold and gray, concrete clay and steel | |
| And what else is real? | |
| I mean the actual deal | |
| People seem to love living under my hair | |
| Some of them call me | |
| London I'm also known as | |
| New YorkAnywhere in the world you find me, | |
| I talk the same bad talk | |
| Walk the same walk from side to side | |
| You're transparent to me there ain't a thing you can hide | |
| Derive glamor from the stamina it takes to survive | |
| You think | |
| I didn't know it's all over your face like a rat | |
| Now give me your cash and go before your heart break | |
| You're living under my wing and all you got | |
| I'm gonna take | |
| I'm a dirty old man | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a dirty old man | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a friend of mine | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a dirty old man | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a friend of mine | |
| Huh, I'm a rough old man beyond heartache | |
| To improve my mood | |
| I could use an earthquake | |
| I sit awake for my people to release the pain | |
| So I can know peace again in my skin | |
| Sin, deceit and mistrust soaked in, huh | |
| I think I might just bust open, drops of woe | |
| The streets flow with tears | |
| I fall down all around your ears | |
| If I could, if | |
| I was made of wood, start a fire, no lie | |
| I can afford to smoke a sacred fire' | |
| Cos I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet | |
| My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret | |
| So you're catching the rough edge of my tongue | |
| I started young | |
| I got teenagers carrying guns, | |
| I hear you | |
| Wanna hold me to blame but we're the same | |
| So for me win society and feel the shame | |
| I'm a rough old man | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a dirty old man | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a friend of mine | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a dirty old man | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a friend of mine | |
| Oh, I'm a rough old man | |
| This is who | |
| I amHe's a dirty old man | |
| And a dirty old man | |
| He's a dirty old man | |
| And a friend of mine |
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