Old Hat Van Hunt

[Chorus]
(Highway killed the village)
(Highway killed fashion, killed fashion)
Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised (by the milliner) by the milliner
(Ultrasuede) Ultrasuede
(by a home stay) by a home stay (we should all become old hats)

[Verse 1]
Lost among the noise of muscular toys
Of all the old stories
About old fashion, old fashion
I'm told that black crows made mobile homes in
A blue sky that blew slow when
Uptown was still low then
Now it's is all traffic, it's all traffic
It's all fast

[Chorus]
(Highway) Highway (killed the village)
(Highway) Highway (killed fashion) killed fashion, (killed fashion)
Ooh, (I was raised) I was raised (by the milliner) by the milliner
(Ultrasuede) Ultrasuede)
(by a home stay) home stay (we should all become) we should all become (old hats)

Just gimme some love, just gimme some (x5)