Текст Luke Christopher – This Old World

Hook:
This old world will not stop turnin’
An’ people they’ll be runnin’ to keep up
But these old wheels will not stop burnin’

Yo kids, I’m crazy
Some days I stare out the window
The world never cease to amaze me
I’m crazy
Pro’ly cause I’m goin’ into meetings
Tellin’ old men they can’t change me
I must be crazy, cause every time a song starts playin’
My whole world starts rearrangin’
Making my day turn colors, I could do this shit for others
But nah, all others is crazy
And I’m so stupid, cause every now and then I lose it
When so and so come with this new shit
Sound like his old shit, we the revolution
Give ’em one of your headphone buds, I’ll prove it
Give me all of your hard world, I won’t lose it
Gimme all of your parse world, I’ll just glue it
Truth is, people want someone to rely on
And when it’s dark out, they keep the lights on

Here I go, givin’ them the love that they want
And everytime they turn the page, I be there up in the front
And every scar from they’ fallin’ stars they cover up
How small is you thinkin’, uh, «here comes sun»
You gon’ eat those empty words, ‘cuz we here
Down with them wack ass tracks that we hear

Hook:
This old world will not stop turnin’
An’ people they’ll be runnin’ to keep up
But these old wheels will not stop burnin’
So I’mma burn these old wheels up
Nanana, nanana, nana na oh, ooooh
Nanana, nanana, nana na oh, ooooh

Uh, And I can’t believe it, people lost hope
Can’t be a lawyer if you’re staying at home
Hard to be a father if you’re sellin’ that dope
You can blame it on the god, you can blame it on the folks
See the way you go, it’s ok, ev’rybody got a past
Dam’ used to love, even if it don’t last
Better to have had than to not have had at all
If the slipper ain’t glass, you can still be at the ball
I’ll invite you
And this the lobby in the letter that I write you
Said a oh, man, oh, man, I fight through
Anything at all, just to hear the people call
Baby we be on the rise, baby, they be on the fall
Oh lord, if I’m strange it’s ‘cuz they make me
Maybe it’s time we all ha’ a lil’ crazy
An’ I go dumb on the music
Maybe it’s time we all ha’ a lil’ stupid

So, here I go, givin’ them the love that they want
And everytime they turn the page, I be there up in the front
And every scar from they’ fallin’ stars they cover up
How small is you thinkin’, uh, «here comes sun»
You gon’ eat those empty words, ‘cuz we here
Down with them wack ass tracks that we hear
It’s the return of heroes, picture’s more clear-o
Only thing to fear-o, the man in the mirr-o

Hook:
This old world will not stop turnin’
An’ people they’ll be runnin’ to keep up
But these old wheels will not stop burnin’
So I’mma burn these old wheels up
Nanana, nanana, nana na oh, ooooh
Nanana, nanana, nana na oh, ooooh