Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trust Me , by - The Streets. Song from the album Computers and Blues, in the genre Release date: 17.03.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 679
Song language: English
Trust Me |
| Trust me |
| Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh |
| Or is the progress of process that’s a natural people quest |
| Metal and the workings, dark and lurking in my mind |
| Branded neon red and blue flashes |
| The view from the flats is nice |
| I see Alice in Wonderland |
| I see malice in Sunderland |
| Mouse to house, I am this land |
| The were without, it’s Thumberland |
| Smoke to a karma coma |
| Jamaicans do yard and roamers |
| Shake Bacardi’s and Coke and make me laugh and |
| Trust me |
| So much stuff and many people |
| The future is not evil |
| The future is not fish and it’s simple, it’s efficient |
| Now that things are costing nothing |
| Is any of it good? |
| Come and love me, read my nothings |
| Blogging river floods |
| Dead plant planted on the window ledge |
| Shadows dance, glint and blend |
| Glance slow at the night outside |
| I’m God in the game |
| Sound rumbles in 5.1 round some corner to fight with guns |
| Play God in games but nothing in |
| Trust me |
| Dub step, club sweat, come get rubbed red |
| Play the playlist |
| Play the playlist |
| I see Alice in Wonderland |
| I see malice in Sunderland |
| House to house, I love this land |
| The were without, it’s Thumberland |
| Do the wrong thing, joke it right |
| Span the longings and the fights |
| For all the oil and the toil |
| And the spoils of the royals |
| We are nothing if not nice |
| We are coughing if we are wise |
| Roll me up like a leafy spliff |
| Fuck that, roll me up and |
| Trust me |
| Why is there so much noise |
| Reading info, buying toys |
| We all fear of company |
| But we are fierce anonymously |
| Enter shit on the internet |
| Clashing people, chatting evil |
| But we are cheery social sorts |
| With the pleasing photo forward |
| Pass the love around and back to me |
| Walking down a madman’s street |
| The music in my ears is fleeting |
| Struggle to shuffle to the same beat |
| We are nothing if not nice |
| We have a pretty buttered knife |
| Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and strife |
| Anything you tell me |
| Yes, yes, I will believe |
| But again and I suspect |
| Again and I will leave |
| Slow burn a little heaven |
| Roaming yearnings for devon |
| Coburn '67 |
| Don’t work for them |
| Trust me |
| Dub step, earth run, red club sweat |
| Put up chests and freeze, freeze |
| Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh |
| Or is the progress of process that’s a natural people quest |