Mahogany
As soon as I was in your way
You threw me like a hand grenade
Ask me to wait if you like
But patience is my kryptonite
Set the pace and lead the way
Depression hits you like a wave
Pay cheques feel like heaven sent
A gift from God to pay the rent
The resurgence of the record store
Supports the stance that less is more
Adopt a modern attitude
To gentrify the neighbourhood
Religion is the price we pay
For not understanding everything
Science tries to pacify
But can't tell you what happens when you die
And if you fear floods like the Bible says you should
Achieve a higher altitude
Find your way instinctively
Waste your twenties carefully
When reality is hard to take
Bend the truth to compensate
Teach your children wrong from right
Their brains are like construction sites
Learn from the mistakes you make
Spare a thought for every heart you break
Find someone who makes your body shake
And kiss until your jawbones ache
Nostalgia for the good old days
Today's tomorrow's golden age
The planet's warming up they say
Who visits the Arctic anyway?
I'd love to give you the advice you need
Like: 'Don't dig for coal or cut down trees'
But that would make a hypocrite of me
This guitar is part mahogany
You threw me like a hand grenade
Ask me to wait if you like
But patience is my kryptonite
Set the pace and lead the way
Depression hits you like a wave
Pay cheques feel like heaven sent
A gift from God to pay the rent
The resurgence of the record store
Supports the stance that less is more
Adopt a modern attitude
To gentrify the neighbourhood
Religion is the price we pay
For not understanding everything
Science tries to pacify
But can't tell you what happens when you die
And if you fear floods like the Bible says you should
Achieve a higher altitude
Find your way instinctively
Waste your twenties carefully
When reality is hard to take
Bend the truth to compensate
Teach your children wrong from right
Their brains are like construction sites
Learn from the mistakes you make
Spare a thought for every heart you break
Find someone who makes your body shake
And kiss until your jawbones ache
Nostalgia for the good old days
Today's tomorrow's golden age
The planet's warming up they say
Who visits the Arctic anyway?
I'd love to give you the advice you need
Like: 'Don't dig for coal or cut down trees'
But that would make a hypocrite of me
This guitar is part mahogany
Credits
Writer(s): Antoine Lamarque
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