All Things to All Men Roots Manuva (Ft. The Cinematic Orchestra)

And now it seems as if we're used to the shegree
We made our beds and now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this Red Sea
I'm a shackled child
Singing the good song of Freedom
They've got no pride, they interrupt our grieving
Tear drops dropping, for the pain of the world
My best friend dies, when she was just a young girl
Left me here, to fend for myself
Now the pain never leaves
We just learn to cope
So when the devil needs hangin will you tie up the rope and shout PULL!
Let's put an end to this bull
Zen thing
How many years before we pratice what we preach
How many tears before we truly clinch the peak
Only to find that there is no honey on the moon
Official goon
With the unofficial croon

[Hook]
I'm All Things to All Men
All of the Women
All the Children
Just say when
And I'll take you to my Tardis
Who's the Hardest
Who's the Hardest