he´s a dirty old man,
and a dirty old man,
he´s a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
i´m a dirty old man?
my life is cold,
i´ll chill you to the bone,
heart of stone,
have a care,
you know my breath stinks,
i leave shit everywhere,
so be aware?
don´t you dare try appealing to my better nature,
you better wait, you´re misinformed,
ain´t nothing warm about me,
? concrete clay and steel,
and what else is real?
i mean the actual deal,
people seem to love living under my skin,
some of them call me london,
i´m also known as new york.
anywhere in the world you find me
i talk the same bad talk,
walk the same walk from side to side,
you´re transparent to me,
there ain´t a thing you can hide,
derive glamour from the stamina it takes to survive.
now give me your cash and go
before you´re heart brakes,
you´re living under my wing
and all you got i´m going to take,
i´m a dirty old man.
he´s a dirty old man and a dirty old man,
he´s a dirty old man and a friend of mine.
i´m a rough old man beyond heart ache,
to improve my mood i could use an earthquake,
i sit awake for my people to release the pain,
so i can know peace again
in my skin, sin deceit and mistrust soaked in,
i think i might just?
often drops of woe, streets flow with tears,
i fall down all around your ears.
if i could, if i was made of wood start a fire, no lie,
´cause i wouldn´t bet on people changing just yet
my eyes are wet and my heart is full of fear and regret,
i started young, i got teenagers carrying guns.