Feed Me (Abbey Road Remaster)

Lyrics

Hey you, so whatcha gonna do? Ah Bearable, searable, popular demand From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man Bearable, searable, popular demand Bearable, searable, popular demand From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man Bearable, searable, popular demand How things are together we'll destroy Then we can destroy what we are Together we can build what we are whеn we dream the spirit three Wе don't give praise, we take praise, so why are we? From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man Bearable, searable, popular demand From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man Hey you, so whatcha gonna do? Ah How things are together we'll destroy And then we can destroy what we are Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit three We don't give praise, we take praise, so why are we? From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man Bearable, searable, popular demand From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man Bearable, searable, popular demand Feed me when I'm hungry, drink me till I'm dry The dream of yesterday becomes another lie You feed me lies, distortion, the English disaster No one's free, one love for one master Bearable, searable, popular demand From cradle to grave, disabled diary of man We found a new place to live where we're taught to grow strong And strongly sensitive, and life sets the scenery Colours leave only beauty, words and wine amongst the greenery See how it is, see how it is The only lessons you teach is from a margin You ask my origin The only lessons you teach is from a margin You ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin Extract from crystals though nothing is clear I despise you, damn you, dream you, I love you And still nothing's clear I think of when I found you Too deep, I sing while I'm drowning Down into that two-tone vision I've been raised in this place Now concrete is my religion See how it is, see how it is See how it is, see how it is The only lessons you teach is from a margin You ask my origin The only lessons you teach is from a margin You ask my origin The only lessons you teach is from a margin You ask my origin The only lessons you teach is from a margin You ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin