It's the summer when it hurts the most
When the dust feels close
When the old folks know
When a criminal is tied to a crime
And a mother's tied to a space and a time
Reality bites, and we can't shape our plans
But then there's people on the telly saying be your own man
Well I had a dream where men weren't called men
But men are still called men, a curse is still a curse
You know history hurts, a word on a wing
But it's cable strong, strong enough to pin you down
Whether it's right or wrong
In other people's lives I've been born and slain a hundred times
We live in an age where we call poor people chavs
Well, if you give someone a brand at least it's one thing they have
But I had a dream in which chavs weren't called chavs
Oh please, the city of Leeds, won't you say something to me
The Old People Video (MV)
Performed By: Rhode Island
Language: English
Length: 3:02
Written by: Dave Brown, Jeff Johns, Will Turner
Rhode Island - The Old People Lyrics
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It's the summer when it hurts the most
When the dust feels close
When the old folks know
When a criminal is tied to a crime
And a mother's tied to a space and a time
Reality bites, and we can't shape our plans
But then there's people on the telly saying be your own man
Well I had a dream where men weren't called men
But men are still called men, a curse is still a curse
You know history hurts, a word on a wing
But it's cable strong, strong enough to pin you down
Whether it's right or wrong
In other people's lives I've been born and slain a hundred times
We live in an age where we call poor people chavs
Well, if you give someone a brand at least it's one thing they have
But I had a dream in which chavs weren't called chavs
Oh please, the city of Leeds, won't you say something to me
When the dust feels close
When the old folks know
When a criminal is tied to a crime
And a mother's tied to a space and a time
Reality bites, and we can't shape our plans
But then there's people on the telly saying be your own man
Well I had a dream where men weren't called men
But men are still called men, a curse is still a curse
You know history hurts, a word on a wing
But it's cable strong, strong enough to pin you down
Whether it's right or wrong
In other people's lives I've been born and slain a hundred times
We live in an age where we call poor people chavs
Well, if you give someone a brand at least it's one thing they have
But I had a dream in which chavs weren't called chavs
Oh please, the city of Leeds, won't you say something to me
Writer: Dave Brown, Jeff Johns, Will Turner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid