Guardian - This Old Man lyrics

Gimme, 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 your past Out 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 reminiscing 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, this old man This old man, this old man 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 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 is good as gold Good as gold, better than gold