Guardian (band) - This Old Man (T.R.'s This Old Dub mix) lyrics

Gimme, gimme, gimme Remember me? 'Member me? This old man, he plays one on one He was your cool whip master, you were his B.C. son This old man He's got the smell of sin He's got the nature of sin He was your actual, factual old sin nature Mother praying, 'Jesus save the boy Save him from the old man.' Got away Glory, Glory Up from the water, out of the grave Wearing a new man's clothes The old man's dragging the lake again lately What does he want? Mama, you don't suppose... This old man, he don't mind the gap He's like a subway rat He's crawling out of your past Out of the dark Little land shark Little predator scavenger Serving up s**er punch Flyweight, gonna eat your lunch This old man, he's flicking on the brights He's wanting squatter's rights He's gotta have his space in your face Get you reminsicing for the very years you wasted Every bitter fruit you tasted Gonna snare you in a stare-down Better to choke than breathe in your curse This old man, this old man Better to crawl than to ride in your hearse This old man, he plays seek and destroy He comes robbing my joy He's here spreading the rot Old man, don't you get it? What I've got's as good as gold Good as gold Better than gold