Tim Booth - Redneck lyrics

Lest old acquaintance be forgot I lost your number in the rush Our friendship suffered with my success The wind it blew me on Now I've been sacrified to entertain I went down smiling, it felt like pain The wind it blew me on The wind it blew me on I'm just ice-cream It's all rama rama I'm just space dust It's all rama rama I'm just ice-cream It's all rama rama Thought I was high cla** It's all rama rama So self-important to this scheme My tragic suffering No more than a dream I've got friends in higher places Don't you recognize my faces Millions want my auto-photograph Critics want to write my epitath I've got personal numberplates I've got more money than Bill Gates Run it, run it, run it back up to me Life my life on TV Run it, run it, run it back up to me I'm what you want to If I can't top this industry My birthright feeling incomplete I won't get s**ed into this greed Cos I sing love is all you need Lest old acquaintance be forgot