- Votes:
- Composers:
- Armstrong
- Rollo / Bentovim
- Ayalah Deborah / Fraser
- Maxwell Alexander
 
- Genres:
- Electronic
 
- Tags:
- dance
- electronica
- faithless
- trip hop
 
- See also:
Faithless - Dirty Ol' Man lyrics
He's a dirty old man
 And a dirty old man
 He's a dirty old man
 And a friend of mine
 What?
 He's a dirty old man
 And a dirty old man
 He's a dirty old man
 And a friend of mine
 I'm a dirty old man, the mean streets are home
 My life is cold, I'll chill you to the bone
 Heart of stone, have a care I carry traces of death in my hair
 You know my breath stinks, I leave shit everywhere
 So be aware I'm unfeeling
 Don't you dare try appealing to my better nature
 You better wait, you're misinformed
 Ain't nothing warm about me
 Cold and gray, concrete clay and steel
 And what else is real? I mean the actual deal
 People seem to love living under my hair
 Some of them call me London I'm also known as New York
 Anywhere in the world you find me, I talk the same bad talk
 Walk the same walk from side to side
 You're transparent to me there ain't a thing you can hide
 Derive glamor from the stamina it takes to survive
 You think I didn't know it's all over your face like a rat
 Now give me your cash and go before your heart break
 You're living under my wing and all you got I'm gonna take
 I'm a dirty old man
 He's a dirty old man
 And a dirty old man
 He's a dirty old man
 And a friend of mine
 Faithless - Dirty Ol' Man - http://motolyrics.com/faithless/dirty-ol-man-lyrics.html
 He's a dirty old man
 And a dirty old man
 He's a dirty old man
 And a friend of mine
 Huh, I'm a rough old man beyond heartache
 To improve my mood I could use an earthquake
 I sit awake for my people to release the pain
 So I can know peace again in my skin
 Sin, deceit and mistrust soaked in, huh
 I think I might just bust open, drops of woe
 The streets flow with tears I fall down all around your ears
 If I could, if I was made of wood, start a fire, no lie
 I can afford to smoke a sacred fire
 'Cos I wouldn't bet on people changing just yet
 My eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret
 So you're catching the rough edge of my tongue I started young
 I got teenagers carrying guns, I hear you
 Wanna hold me to blame but we're the same
 So for me win society and feel the shame
 I'm a rough old man
 He's a dirty old man
 And a dirty old man
 He's a dirty old man
 And a friend of mine
 He's a dirty old man
 And a dirty old man
 He's a dirty old man
 And a friend of mine
 Oh, I'm a rough old man
 This is who I am
 He's a dirty old man
 And a dirty old man
 He's a dirty old man
 And a friend of mine














