The Soul Song
I'm an old man
With pennies in my cap
My old man has a knife in his lung
But that's not how I roll
Where can I sell my soul
I have not been using it enough
And with the value that a soul holds
I could write better songs
Become a musical god or a different person
To sell my souls the goal
And I could be good at football
Might just take up pottery
Mentally designing embroidery
Kill all of my enemies
This is too much
Look in the mirror
I fucking hate you and I will let you know
That I'm an old man
With pennies in my cap
My old man has a knife in his lung
I can feel it
Itching my mind
Earth will rumble
Under its might
Admirable sight
Can you feel it
Crawling under
Reaching in spite
I have to tell you
Doobie wop
Shalalalalalala
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
Ob la di la da
My toes are red
From all my working days
But I get paid money
So I guess that its ok
La la la la la la yeah
Yeah yeah yeah la la
This is too much
Look in the mirror
I fucking hate you and I will let you know
That I'm an old man
With pennies in my cap
My old man has a knife in his lung
N' I'm an old man
With pennies in my cap
My old man has a knife in his lung
But that's not how I roll
Where can I sell my soul
I have not been using it enough
And with the value that a soul holds
I could write better songs
Become a musical god or a different person
With pennies in my cap
My old man has a knife in his lung
But that's not how I roll
Where can I sell my soul
I have not been using it enough
And with the value that a soul holds
I could write better songs
Become a musical god or a different person
To sell my souls the goal
And I could be good at football
Might just take up pottery
Mentally designing embroidery
Kill all of my enemies
This is too much
Look in the mirror
I fucking hate you and I will let you know
That I'm an old man
With pennies in my cap
My old man has a knife in his lung
I can feel it
Itching my mind
Earth will rumble
Under its might
Admirable sight
Can you feel it
Crawling under
Reaching in spite
I have to tell you
Doobie wop
Shalalalalalala
Wah wah wah wah wah wah wah
Ob la di la da
My toes are red
From all my working days
But I get paid money
So I guess that its ok
La la la la la la yeah
Yeah yeah yeah la la
This is too much
Look in the mirror
I fucking hate you and I will let you know
That I'm an old man
With pennies in my cap
My old man has a knife in his lung
N' I'm an old man
With pennies in my cap
My old man has a knife in his lung
But that's not how I roll
Where can I sell my soul
I have not been using it enough
And with the value that a soul holds
I could write better songs
Become a musical god or a different person
Credits
Writer(s): Rob Carden
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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