Lyrics Ashes to Ashes - Andy Cooper

Ashes to Ashes

Now, my life started off decades ago
In a place the most folks are afraid to go
As a young man I put on the greatest show
Within array they know what the DJ would know
I had doubles of the brakes of the beats attached
Then a mix with a pitch for the speed to match
Based kicks on the one and proceed to scratch
With wrists, so slick and fast
Just rip it in a wreck hall
With a host on a mic yelling «Yes, yes, y’all!»
While the sets raw write it on the wall
Turf displays, a backdrop prop for the urban craze
Young limbs, did spins and strech like elastics
Street gymnastics, packed with theatrics
Heating up the room like a pyro with matchsticks
Add a little gas and whoof, that’s it
But the verse started catching slow
To an inferno that turned to a fashion show
When they kept fending the flame, it spread to the masses
Things on fire gonna end up in ashes
As I leaped over the ghetto, I arrived
With a filter unsettling, but a devil inside
Like the Jeckyll & Hyde in a penthouse suite, can a rebel abide?
A worm out of the apple across the globe
To replace rock and roll, I got exposed
Dissect and then analize, thoughts provoked
And it was all too much, I lost control
But worldwide acclaim, I became snide and
Getting high on a pride of fame, so full of contradictions
Was I on a mission or do I play fool
And sing a song a fiction, needing a rap with a faster flow
I called a few cats who are masterful
We swam the mainstream and I stacked the dough
But slowly, huh
And anyone who can remember me then
They knew the Grim Reaper was entering in
I was ruling the charts with a funeral march
And serving my hardest, food for the sharks
Kicking that corporate flow, pretending to be CEO
But shop had to turn off the lights
And in the end I’m the one who paid the permanent price
So say goodbye, all is lost
I can’t deny my own Holocaust
And just between you and me
The first words on record were the start of my eulogy
Sad to say as I pass away
I’m sorry but I’m won’t be coming back today
Because I sold Satan my soul
Now all the sin down below, start paying its toll
But before I go I’ll leave you with this
As the record skips and the cassette tape flips
To the compact disc and the website hits
Put your hand to your lips, blow me a kiss
Wipe your eye, pay your respects
Let me die and lay me to rest
And don’t look at this through rose-colored glasses
Things on fire gonna end up in ashes
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Things on fire gonna end up in ashes
Things on fire gonna end up in ashes
Things on fire gonna end up in ashes
Things on fire gonna end up in ashes
LA riots, Zeppelin crashes, things on fire gonna end up in ashes
Old Pompeii, Middle East clashes, things on fire gonna end up in ashes
Molotov cocktail, lighting flashes, things on fire gonna end up in ashes
Cremation, body catching, things on fire gonna end up in ashes
End up in ashes, gonna end up in ashes
End up in ashes, end up in ashes
End up in ashes, they gonna end up in ashes
End up in ashes, gonna end up in ashes
End up in ashes, gonna end up in ashes
End up in ashes, they gonna end up in ashes
End up in ashes, they gonna end up in ashes
Yep, things on fire gonna end up in ashes