Feed me

Tricky: 
Hey you, so whatcha gonna do 
Unbearable, searable, popular demand 
From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man 
Unbearable, searable, popular demand 
Unbearable, searable, popular demand 
From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man 
Unbearable, searable, popular demand 

Martina: 
How things are together we'll destroy 
And then we can destroy what we are 
Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free 
We don't give praise, we take praise 
So why are we? 

Tricky: 
Unbearable, searable, popular demand 
From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man 

Martina: 
How things are together we'll destroy 
And then we can destroy what we are 
Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free 
We don't give praise, we take praise 
So why are we? 

Tricky: 
Unbearable, searable, popular demand 
From cradle to grave, this simple diary of man 
Unbearable, searable, popular demand 

Martina: 
Feed me when I'm hungry 
Drink me 'till I'm dry 
The dream of yesterday becomes another lie 
You feed me lies, distortion, the English disaster 
No one's free from love for one master 

Tricky: 
Unbearable searable popular demand 
From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man 

Martina: 
We found a new place to live where we're taught to grow strong 
And strongly sensitive, it always sets the scenery 
Colors leave only beauty, words and wine amongst the greenery 
See how it is (x2) 

The only lessons you teach us from a margin 
They ask my origin 
The only lessons you teach us from a margin 
They ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin 

Extract from crystal though nothing is clear 
I despise you, [bad word] you, dream you 
I love you 
But still nothing is clear 
I think of when i found you 
You keep on singin while I'm drowning 
Down into that two-tone vision 
I've been raised in this place 
And now concrete is my religion 

See how it is (x4) 

The only lessons you teach us from a margin 
You ask my origin 
The only lessons you teach us from a margin 
They ask my origin 

The only lesson you teach us, wrong and right 
You ask my origin 
The only lesson you teach us, wrong and right 
They ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin