All Things to All Men Lyrics
| Song | All Things to All Men |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | The Art of Chill 2 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| And now it seems | |
| As if we're used to the chagrin | |
| We made our beds | |
| And now we hate where these beds be | |
| Took nothing at all to part this red sea | |
| I'm a shackled child | |
| Singing the good song of freedom | |
| They've got no pride | |
| They interrupt our grieving | |
| Tear drops dropping | |
| For the pain of the world | |
| My best friend dies | |
| When she was just a young girl | |
| Left me here, to fend for myself | |
| Now the pain never leaves | |
| We just learn to cope | |
| So when the devil needs hanging | |
| Will you tie up the rope and shout pull | |
| Let's put an end to this bull | |
| Zen thing | |
| How many years | |
| Before we practice what we preach | |
| How many tears | |
| Before we truly clinch the peak | |
| Only to find that | |
| There is no honey on the moon | |
| Official goon | |
| With the unofficial croon | |
| (2x) | |
| I'm all things to all men | |
| All of the women | |
| All the children | |
| Just say when | |
| And I’ll take you to my Tardis | |
| Who's the hardest | |
| Who's the hardest | |
| 16 bar cycles | |
| Heart felt recital | |
| From the wacky blacky man | |
| They should have called me Michael | |
| Look at the monster you make | |
| Look at the monster you pay | |
| But you claim no responsibility | |
| Cause it's each to his self | |
| In these times that we live | |
| Does god have a sense of humor | |
| Then the joke's on us | |
| Cause we're chasing our tails | |
| For how long | |
| The tussle makes us how strong | |
| Vintage poor people fun | |
| If we could ease up | |
| On these booze and fags | |
| Then, just maybe | |
| Life wouldn't seem so mad | |
| Be a man my dad said | |
| But what the hell he know | |
| He lost his dreams | |
| He lost his flow | |
| And I don't wanna be alone | |
| I'm born king | |
| So where's my throne | |
| I'm too intense | |
| I'm too deep | |
| I'm too nice for life | |
| So what makes this place so nervous? | |
| (4x) | |
| I'm all things to all men | |
| All of the women | |
| All the children | |
| Just say when | |
| And I’ll take you to my Tardis | |
| Who's the hardest | |
| Who's the hardest | |
| Look at the monster you make | |
| Look at the monster you pay | |
| But you claim no responsibility | |
| But you claim not | |
| We're searching for Jesus | |
| But I’ll be damned | |
| If I’ll be crucified by ten thousand spies | |
| Compulsive lies | |
| They hate me | |
| They love me | |
| They hate me | |
| Cause I’m all things to all men, all of the women, all the children | |
| Just say when and I’ll take you to my Tardis | |
| Who's the hardest, who's the hardest |
| And now it seems | |
| As if we' re used to the chagrin | |
| We made our beds | |
| And now we hate where these beds be | |
| Took nothing at all to part this red sea | |
| I' m a shackled child | |
| Singing the good song of freedom | |
| They' ve got no pride | |
| They interrupt our grieving | |
| Tear drops dropping | |
| For the pain of the world | |
| My best friend dies | |
| When she was just a young girl | |
| Left me here, to fend for myself | |
| Now the pain never leaves | |
| We just learn to cope | |
| So when the devil needs hanging | |
| Will you tie up the rope and shout pull | |
| Let' s put an end to this bull | |
| Zen thing | |
| How many years | |
| Before we practice what we preach | |
| How many tears | |
| Before we truly clinch the peak | |
| Only to find that | |
| There is no honey on the moon | |
| Official goon | |
| With the unofficial croon | |
| 2x | |
| I' m all things to all men | |
| All of the women | |
| All the children | |
| Just say when | |
| And I' ll take you to my Tardis | |
| Who' s the hardest | |
| Who' s the hardest | |
| 16 bar cycles | |
| Heart felt recital | |
| From the wacky blacky man | |
| They should have called me Michael | |
| Look at the monster you make | |
| Look at the monster you pay | |
| But you claim no responsibility | |
| Cause it' s each to his self | |
| In these times that we live | |
| Does god have a sense of humor | |
| Then the joke' s on us | |
| Cause we' re chasing our tails | |
| For how long | |
| The tussle makes us how strong | |
| Vintage poor people fun | |
| If we could ease up | |
| On these booze and fags | |
| Then, just maybe | |
| Life wouldn' t seem so mad | |
| Be a man my dad said | |
| But what the hell he know | |
| He lost his dreams | |
| He lost his flow | |
| And I don' t wanna be alone | |
| I' m born king | |
| So where' s my throne | |
| I' m too intense | |
| I' m too deep | |
| I' m too nice for life | |
| So what makes this place so nervous? | |
| 4x | |
| I' m all things to all men | |
| All of the women | |
| All the children | |
| Just say when | |
| And I' ll take you to my Tardis | |
| Who' s the hardest | |
| Who' s the hardest | |
| Look at the monster you make | |
| Look at the monster you pay | |
| But you claim no responsibility | |
| But you claim not | |
| We' re searching for Jesus | |
| But I' ll be damned | |
| If I' ll be crucified by ten thousand spies | |
| Compulsive lies | |
| They hate me | |
| They love me | |
| They hate me | |
| Cause I' m all things to all men, all of the women, all the children | |
| Just say when and I' ll take you to my Tardis | |
| Who' s the hardest, who' s the hardest |
| And now it seems | |
| As if we' re used to the chagrin | |
| We made our beds | |
| And now we hate where these beds be | |
| Took nothing at all to part this red sea | |
| I' m a shackled child | |
| Singing the good song of freedom | |
| They' ve got no pride | |
| They interrupt our grieving | |
| Tear drops dropping | |
| For the pain of the world | |
| My best friend dies | |
| When she was just a young girl | |
| Left me here, to fend for myself | |
| Now the pain never leaves | |
| We just learn to cope | |
| So when the devil needs hanging | |
| Will you tie up the rope and shout pull | |
| Let' s put an end to this bull | |
| Zen thing | |
| How many years | |
| Before we practice what we preach | |
| How many tears | |
| Before we truly clinch the peak | |
| Only to find that | |
| There is no honey on the moon | |
| Official goon | |
| With the unofficial croon | |
| 2x | |
| I' m all things to all men | |
| All of the women | |
| All the children | |
| Just say when | |
| And I' ll take you to my Tardis | |
| Who' s the hardest | |
| Who' s the hardest | |
| 16 bar cycles | |
| Heart felt recital | |
| From the wacky blacky man | |
| They should have called me Michael | |
| Look at the monster you make | |
| Look at the monster you pay | |
| But you claim no responsibility | |
| Cause it' s each to his self | |
| In these times that we live | |
| Does god have a sense of humor | |
| Then the joke' s on us | |
| Cause we' re chasing our tails | |
| For how long | |
| The tussle makes us how strong | |
| Vintage poor people fun | |
| If we could ease up | |
| On these booze and fags | |
| Then, just maybe | |
| Life wouldn' t seem so mad | |
| Be a man my dad said | |
| But what the hell he know | |
| He lost his dreams | |
| He lost his flow | |
| And I don' t wanna be alone | |
| I' m born king | |
| So where' s my throne | |
| I' m too intense | |
| I' m too deep | |
| I' m too nice for life | |
| So what makes this place so nervous? | |
| 4x | |
| I' m all things to all men | |
| All of the women | |
| All the children | |
| Just say when | |
| And I' ll take you to my Tardis | |
| Who' s the hardest | |
| Who' s the hardest | |
| Look at the monster you make | |
| Look at the monster you pay | |
| But you claim no responsibility | |
| But you claim not | |
| We' re searching for Jesus | |
| But I' ll be damned | |
| If I' ll be crucified by ten thousand spies | |
| Compulsive lies | |
| They hate me | |
| They love me | |
| They hate me | |
| Cause I' m all things to all men, all of the women, all the children | |
| Just say when and I' ll take you to my Tardis | |
| Who' s the hardest, who' s the hardest |
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