Beautiful (Black Star Remix)
I am a brisk lad but my fortune is bad,
And I am most wonderful poor.
Oh, indeed I intend my life for to mend
And to build a house down on the moor, brave boys
And to build a house down on the moor.
The farmer he do keep fat oxen and sheep
In a neat little nag on the downs.
In the middle of the night when the moon do shine bright,
There's a number of work to be done, brave boys,
There's a number of work to be done.
Then I'll roam all around in another man's ground,
And I'll take a fat sheep for my own.
Oh, I'll end his life by the aid of
Living a Lie
I'm living a lie because I can't tell the truth.
There's a fire in the basement,
a fire on the roof.
I'm just sitting in my chair wearing a smile.
I'm going to vanish in the air after awhile.
Did did you get the news that I'm lost at sea
Hey, hey somebody's confused though it couldn't be me.
I wasn't near that place.
I don't know where it was.
She didn't see my face.
You know its true because
I know wise things.
I know about these things.
I know why it is caged,
so I don't know why I'm enraged.
I'm lying about my birth and I'm lying about my death.
For all I'm worth, I lie with every breath.
Lying homes are built on my crying habitations.
Here's the milk that I spilt,
my undying lamitations
I know about these things, I know about these things
I know why it is caged,
so I don't know why I'm enraged.
Bass/Guitar Solo:
Always the bride's maid, never the bride.
Look what my bride's made, out of my life.
Always the bride's maid, never the bride.
Look what your bride's made, you shook my life.
Always the bride's maid, never the bride.
Look what your bride's made, and you know, you shouldn't have lied.