Lyrics Din-E-iLahi - Swet Shop Boys

Din-E-iLahi

I’ve got so much more to give, just let me live
I’m sorry I’m a prick, I’m sorry I’m a shit
Mummy don’t cry, mummy dry your eye
Trying to leave some shit behind, for the kids this is pathfind
God I love the NHS, The nurse is from Colombia
The next one’s from Zambia, the kindness of strangers
Now I’ve lost my vanity, now I get the clarity
I guess this shit happens when, you’ve had to shit your pants g
Suddenly I feel the lord, suddenly I can feel it all
Happier than I’ve been before
Now I’m knockin' at heaven’s door
Or am I going straight down under, it makes me wonder
Allah you the OG, bhagavan you the one bruv
I chase my early memory, when my dad played me «One Love»
Qawwali on the tape brahhh, Bob Marley on the wave brahhh
Peep me on the TV, I’m a talking head, a pundit
Hindu Center, Queens, catch me talkin' to my pandit
He said I should start a start-up, maybe he would fund it
I said you a priest, where you get so many funds at
His client did fraternity, he partied in the toga
Now he up in Rishikesh, he tryna learn the yoga
Everyday he get the shits, and everyday he throw up
He eat the food of the people, sabzi, roti, yogurt
Hindu in the bottle, Hinduism in a bottle
Marketed and sold like fairness cream, by the model
It’s all about the money, fast cars, and the throttle
One of 'em do it, and they all gotta follow
They comin' for the culture man, like they was on a mission
Ask me about Kama Sutra, different sex positions
Used to hate the clothes, they ask where’d I get the stitchin'
Used to call me curry, now they cook it in the kitchen
I guess ??
I feel we’re all connected, I feel like we should never be unkind to one another
Feel like that starts with yourself, feel like it starts from deep inside
But it’s difficult when you’re raised to hate yourself
And look in the mirror, and dye yourself, and it deflates your health
*Sigh* you can’t escape yourself, please love yourself, please love yourself