Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Memento Mori , by - The Streets. Release date: 17.03.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Memento Mori |
| Ah, what was the question |
| Oh yeah, momento mori |
| It means remember it’s inevitable that we will all die |
| It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and direct |
| But it means don’t hang yourself on a material life |
| But that gets dropped when I’m bop on shopping day |
| Am I shallow, am i hung up on such wrong ways |
| Yes I am shallow and loving every wrong play |
| If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie |
| I’ve got nothing in my life away from the studio |
| So when I’m loose I end up consuming dough |
| Memento mori, memento mori |
| It’s latin and it says we must all die |
| I tried it for a while but it’s a load of boring shit |
| So I buy buy buy buy buy buy |
| If I start to think of life I have prangs of paranoia |
| Pull one stripey shirt off a racks or another |
| Overthink my fate grasping a pastel jumper |
| Panic buy a flight home, prang though actually sober |
| Change my mind and fly back into vegas |
| Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels |
| Frame the ferrari through the day with the mayhem |
| Just to forget about the race in my head |
| I don’t really care about the luck and the look |
| But driving a ferrarri is fucking book |
| Memento mori, memento mori |
| It’s latin and it says we must all die |
| I tried it for a while but it’s a load of boring shit |
| So I buy buy buy buy buy buy |
| I think if I could see me now from my growing past |
| I’d Hate the shirted cunt that seems to be so fucking flash |
| I reckon from the threadsI think all I think’s about cash |
| But my manager tells me I ought to think about cash |
| It’s like people don’t know the eighties started |
| My car just keeps carding with the card machine |
| You don’t regard the old you, driving a ferrarri |
| Mine’s the driving license through Nevada at speed |
| I never think about money |
| In fact I have no idea how much money I have |
| Memento mori, memento mori |
| It’s latin and it says we must all die |
| I tried it for a while but it’s a load of boring shit |
| So I buy buy buy buy buy buy |
| Chilly 'n carmen air sips as I’m parting her hair |
| But I’m an asbo drinker I want to be chilly parkair |
| But asbo drinkers just don’t dig my art and my flair |
| Even if they dig my asbo driving, past their carlight flair |
| Sometimes when I my diamond trinkets with my whores |
| I know I’ve strayed a bit from my old sins and my walks |
| But then I laugh out loud that my car still fucking talks |
| I feel awful for a bit but at least I’m not poor |