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

[Verse 1: Roots Manuva]
And now it seems as if we're used to the chagrin
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
Teardrops 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 hanging, will you tie up the rope
And shout pull? Let's put an end to this bull
Zen thing. How many years before we practice 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

[Chorus: Roots Manuva]
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?
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?