Memento Mori

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mike Skinner] Ah, what was the question? Oh yeah, memento mori It means, remember it's inevitable that we will all die It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and direct But it means, don't hang yourself on a material life But that gets dropped when I'm bopping a shopping day Am I shallow, am I hung up on such wrong ways? Yes, I am shallow and loving every wrong play If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie? I've got nothing in my life away from the studio So when I'm loose, I end up consuming dough [Chorus: Mike Skinner] Memento mori, memento mori It's Latin and it says we must all die But I tried it for a while, it's a load of boring shite So I buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy [Verse 2: Mike Skinner] If I start to think of life, I have prangs of paranoia Pull one stripey shirt off a rack, toy another Overthink my fate grasping a pastel jumper Panic buy a flight home, prang though actually sober Change my mind and fly back into Vegas Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels Frame the Ferrari through the day with the Mayhem Just to forget about the race in my head I don't really care about the luck and the look But driving a Ferrari is fucking book [Chorus: Mike Skinner] Memento mori, memento mori It's Latin and it says we must all die But I tried it for a while, it's a load of boring shite So I buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy [Verse 3: Mike Skinner] I think if I could see me now from my growing past I'd hate the shirted cunt that seems to be so fucking flash I reckon from the threads, I think all I think's about cash But my manager tells me I ought to think about cash It's like people don't know the eighties started My card just keeps carding with the card machine You don't regard the old you, charging a Ferrari Minus the driving license through Nevada at speed I never think about money In fact I have no idea how much money I have [Chorus: Mike Skinner] Memento mori, memento mori It's Latin and it says we must all die But I tried it for a while, it's a load of boring shite So I buy, buy, buy, buy, buy, buy [Verse 4: Mike Skinner] Chilean Carmenere sips as I'm parting her hair But I'm an ASBO drinker, I want to be chilly park air But ASBO drinkers just don't dig my art and my flair Even if they dig my ASBO driving, past their car light flair Sometimes when I buy my diamond trinkets with my whores I know I've strayed a bit from my old sins and my walks But then I laugh out loud that my card still fucking talks I feel awful for a beat but at least I'm not bored