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Will Kimbrough - This Modern World lyrics
On a cross-town train in the middle of the city Blank looks all around today It’s in style but it isn’t very pretty That’s the way Keep your privacy When there ain’t no room and there ain’t no hope Gotta save face to cope With the speed of life in the age of speed You fight for what you need I’m just an old-fashioned boy Can’t get up for the down stroke I don’t think that I can compete In this modern world She’s fit as a fax-file fiddle Short punk-spiked hair to boot Crop-top on a washboard middle Man she’s cute But I don’t think that She’s cracked a smile, laughed out loud Shared the sweat of a rockin’ crowd Down in New Orleans, or seen the green Of a newborn Spring in years Why don’t you say what you mean You’re just mouthing the right words Looks like you’re perfectly made For this modern world I’m just an old-fashioned boy Strictly kickin’ it old-school I don’t think that I can compete In this modern world But I’m not obsolete yet I’m just tired And I can’t sleep I’m paranoid, I’m wired My head is buzzin’ in my brain My heart could use some novocaine Still the soul, kill the pain, yeah Run right through the milk and honey We run right out of faith and love But we ain’t gonna run out of money Push comes to shove Comes to fallin’ at your feet Sweet Jesus, tell me is it really gonna Rain down fire and brimstone On our heads? Why don’t you say what you mean You’re just mouthing the right words Looks like you’re perfectly made For this modern world I’m just an old-fashioned boy Can’t get up for the down stroke I don’t think that I can compete In this modern world This modern world |
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