Ooh, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme,
Remember me? Remember me?
This old man, he plays one on one,
He was your cruel 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 sucker punch,
Fly-weight gonna eat your lunch,
This old man, he’s flicking on the brights,
He’s wanting squatters rights,
He’s gotta have a 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 that breathe in your curse,
This old man, this old man,
Better to crawl than 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…
Oh, 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.
