Bob Geldof - Too Late God Lyrics
Too lateIt's too late GodDidn't you get my messageToo lateIt's too late GodDidn't you get my callHow longHow long conCombien ans avant mon respondHow longUn a centUn a cent a mort (or more)Time fliesLike a brickSliding down my face like jelly rollTry to hideMy belly slideHalf-way to being oldThings you doThings you don't doThings you do or don't will haunt youIt's harder toStart anewAnd I wouldn't if I could doFell in loveFell out of loveMelted down like ChernobillyboilFell in love my turtledoveTurtles fly too slowIncarnateRe-incarnateIncarnate me in my muddy holeWon't come backAs a ratWouldn't if I could doThere I wasHere I amA responsible citizenA pillar ofAll that's goodPut myself to sleepHormone twitchGet the itchHeadfirst into male-o-menopauseLike a twatDye my thatchGet an eighteen year old girlFriends of mineLeave their wivesFor a top-down B.M.WThey seemed so sane yesterdayLife is really strangeHere we goHere we goSinging like some soccer hooliganCall you backWhen I'm at70 years old_______________________________________________________*written by Bob Geldof, Rick Smith, and Karl Hyde*taken from the album entitled "The Happy Club"
