Lyrics Too Tuff to Die - Martina Topley-Bird

Too Tuff to Die

I always wonder why my mama left town
New Haven ain’t a bag of salt
When nobody knows your name
You look so different over the phone
Seven states away they’re doin'
Doin' the strange fruit swing
And when they come down
You have to leave town
I am
I’m too tough to die
I am
Too tough to die
Blessed are those who believe
Who believe and have not seen
I wasn’t there and it’s got me wondering
The man you make then and now he’s burning
School’s are learning you can’t unlearn
No room to turn, let alone run
I am
Too tough to die
I am
Too tough to die