Lyrics Tribal - Imelda May

Tribal

We all got our marks towhat or who we belong
Apart we are weak, but together we’re strong
They knock one of us so we all take offence
For a quiff or a crew we can jump to the fence
With the drum that you bang or the song that you sing
Tribal, ooh
Tribal, ooh
Fashion is something that comes and goes
Fickle as fables of emperors clothes
What you put on tells a lot of your mind
If you’re part of a pack or 'a' one of a kind
With the drum that you bang or the song that you sing
Tribal, ooh
Tribal, ooh
Standing in a crowd
I hold my head up proud
What’s right for you, for me it may be wrong
It’s great to be different but have something to belong
When you look in the mirror tell me what do you see?
Someone new or your ancestry?
You’re a king or a queen or a wizard, a fool?
Or if you’re me then rockabilly rules
With the drum that you bang or the song that you sing
Tribal, ooh
Tribal, ooh
Tribal, ooh
Tribal, ooh