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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Cinematic Orchestra
Performer
Roots Manuva
Vocals
PHIL FRANCE
Electric Bass Guitar
John Ellis
Piano
Rhodri Davies
Harp
Thomas Chant
Soprano Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jason Swinscoe
Composer
PHIL FRANCE
Composer
John Barry
Composer
Rodney Hylton Smith
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Swinscoe
Producer
PHIL FRANCE
Producer
A. Mawdsley
Mixing Engineer
The Soca Casual
Mixing Engineer
Chris Willcock
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Joe Fields
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Davis
Mastering Engineer
Jamie Finch
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
And now it seems as if we're used to the chagrin
We made our beds, and now we hate where these beds be
Took nothing at all to part this red sea
I'm a shackled child singing the good song of freedom
[Verse 2]
They've got no pride, they interrupt our grieving
Teardrops dropping for the pain of the world
My best friend dies when she was just a young girl
Left me here to fend for myself
[Verse 3]
Now the pain never leaves, we just learn to cope
So when the devil needs hanging, will you tie up the rope
And shout pull?
Let's put an end to this bull
Zen thing
How many years before we practice what we preach?
How many tears before we truly clinch the peak?
Only to find that there is no honey on the moon
Official goon with the unofficial croon
[Verse 4]
I'm all things to all men
All of the women, all the children
Just say when and I'll take you to my TARDIS
Who's the hardest?
Who's the hardest?
[Verse 5]
I'm all things to all men
All of the women, all the children
Just say when and I'll take you to my TARDIS
Who's the hardest?
Who's the hardest?
[Verse 6]
Sixteen-bar cycles, heartfelt recital
From the wacky blacky man, they should have called me Michael
Look at the monster you make, look at the monster you pay
But you claim no responsibility
'Cause it's each to his self in these times that we live
Does God have a sense of humour? Then the joke's on us
'Cause we're chasing our tails for how long
The tussle makes us how strong
Vintage poor people fun
[Verse 7]
If we could ease up on these booze and fags
Then just maybe life wouldn't seem so mad
"Be a man", my dad said, but what the hell he know?
He lost his dreams, he lost his flow
And I don't wanna be alone
I'm born king, so where's my throne?
I'm too intense, I'm too deep
I'm too nice for life
So what makes this place so nervous?
[Verse 8]
I'm all things to all men
All of the women, all the children
Just say when and I'll take you to my TARDIS
Who's the hardest?
Who's the hardest?
[Verse 9]
I'm all things to all men
All of the women, all the children
Just say when and I'll take you to my TARDIS
Who's the hardest?
Who's the hardest?
[Verse 10]
I'm all things to all men
All of the women, all the children
Just say when and I'll take you to my TARDIS
Who's the hardest?
Who's the hardest?
[Verse 11]
I'm all things to all men
All of the women, all the children
Just say when and I'll take you to my TARDIS
Who's the hardest?
Who's the hardest?
[Verse 12]
Look at the monster you make, look at the monster you pay
But you claim no responsibility
But you claim not
We're searching for Jesus
But I'll be damned if I'll be crucified by ten thousand spies
Compulsive lies
They hate me
They love me
They hate me
[Verse 13]
'Cause I'm all things to all men
All of the women, all the children
Just say when and I'll take you to my TARDIS
Who's the hardest?
Who's the hardest?
Written by: Carolyn Leigh, Jason Swinscoe, John Barry, PHIL FRANCE, Rodney Hylton Smith (Roots Manuva)