(Tricky)
I confide to anything
So I have to hide from everything.
Everybody wants a piece of me.
Rinse the origin and cease to be
Sit back and let it happen,
Let us take your time away
I don’t understand you.
I don’t want your time of day.
If you’re gonna walk, might as well walk your way,
Always walk the whole ways,
Forget the punk, I pack the funk.
I’m gonna take a piece of you.
Making money for good health, but first I learn to see myself (x2)
You’ve promised me poems (x3)
(Terry Hall)
I rue the day that I ever met you,
And deeply regret you getting close to me.
I cannot wait to deeply neglect you,
Deeply forget you, Jesus believe me,
You promised me poems.