Paul Weller "I Walk On Gilded Splinters" |
Some people think they jive me, But I know they must be crazy Can't see their misfortune, Maybe if they're lazy Walk throughout the fire, Fly throughout the smoke See my enemy, At the end of their rope Walk on piles of needles See what they can do Walk on gilded splinters With the King of the Zulus Walk to me, get it, come, come Walk on gilded splinters Walk to me, get it, come, come Walk on gilded splinters Here I go, now Til I murder, til I'm dead I rode out my coffee By drinking poison from my chalice Propped against my faith I drink oil for my malice Meet me on your doorstep Soon we'll be in the gutter Melt you just like butter I'll make you stutter Walk throughout the fire Fly throughout the smoke See my enemy at the end of the rope Walk on piles of needles See what they can do Walk on gilded splinters With the King of the Zulus Walk to me, get it, come, come Walk on gilded splinters Walk to me, get it, come, come Walk on gilded splinters Til I murder, til I'm dead Walk to me, get it, come, come Walk on gilded splinters Walk to me, get it, come, come Walk on gilded splinters Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |