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 Artist: Moloko Album: I Am Not a Doctor

    Song: The ID



[Fade in chorus](You see, it goes like this)Momma, don't you turn
awayJust because I've gone astrayOut of the fire, into the frying pan,
this is the story of a sorry manI have been known to deviate myself
from the path that is setBut let us not forget about the man who
decided to dedicate his life to the jetsetHe is now just a shadow of
his former selfAnd dark clouds hover overheadThe living dead, move
over, you see it goes like thisI could be a mover, I could be a
shaker, don't you try to get in my wayI'm the heart breaker, the money
maker, this will all be mine one dayWellI myself do not think that
such a raw ambition, his dispositionTo be a sin in itself,
thoughShould we not forget about the mess that he got himself inWhere
now stands this meek and empty man, there once was a
typhoonEarthquaking, a phenomena, higher than the rest of us'Cause he
was steppin' on us, steppin' over peopleAnd this is how the story
goes, folksI will go undefeated, I'll be protectedYou think you're big
time, I'll show you big timeHollerin' and swallowin' air, crawling in
the pit of dispairOnce he got his foot in the door,well you know he
was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,funny fella
though, always had a joke or two,but be careful, the joke could be on
youDid you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,the
monumental man sat back to watch his automobile growHe was a
Lamborghini kind of guy, got so highHe would swear he could touch the
sky But the sky was the limitHe was calling, he was crawling, riddled
by the immensities of life,ladies of the night would call all hours of
the day, every day, all day,calling for his mommy when the day was
doneYes, he was moving, he was shaking, so lonesome tonight,And his
eyes belied his smile awhile,Calling for his mummy but his mummy
didn't comeOnce he got his foot in the door,well you know he was a
fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,funny fella though,
always had a joke or two,but be careful, the joke could be on youDid
you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,the
monumental man sat back to watch his automobile growHe was a
Lamborghini kind of guy, got so highHe would swear he could touch the
sky But the sky was the limitI could be a mover, I could be a shaker,
don't you try to get in my wayI'm the heart breaker, the money maker,
this will all be mine one dayI will go undefeated, I'll be
protectedYou think you're big time, I'll show you big timeHollerin'
and swallowin' air, crawling in the pit of dispair

 

  




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[Fade in chorus](You see, it goes like this)Momma, don't you turn
awayJust because I've gone astrayOut of the fire, into the frying pan,
this is the story of a sorry manI have been known to deviate myself
from the path that is setBut let us not forget about the man who
decided to dedicate his life to the jetsetHe is now just a shadow of
his former selfAnd dark clouds hover overheadThe living dead, move
over, you see it goes like thisI could be a mover, I could be a
shaker, don't you try to get in my wayI'm the heart breaker, the money
maker, this will all be mine one dayWellI myself do not think that
such a raw ambition, his dispositionTo be a sin in itself,
thoughShould we not forget about the mess that he got himself inWhere
now stands this meek and empty man, there once was a
typhoonEarthquaking, a phenomena, higher than the rest of us'Cause he
was steppin' on us, steppin' over peopleAnd this is how the story
goes, folksI will go undefeated, I'll be protectedYou think you're big
time, I'll show you big timeHollerin' and swallowin' air, crawling in
the pit of dispairOnce he got his foot in the door,well you know he
was a fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,funny fella
though, always had a joke or two,but be careful, the joke could be on
youDid you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,the
monumental man sat back to watch his automobile growHe was a
Lamborghini kind of guy, got so highHe would swear he could touch the
sky But the sky was the limitHe was calling, he was crawling, riddled
by the immensities of life,ladies of the night would call all hours of
the day, every day, all day,calling for his mommy when the day was
doneYes, he was moving, he was shaking, so lonesome tonight,And his
eyes belied his smile awhile,Calling for his mummy but his mummy
didn't comeOnce he got his foot in the door,well you know he was a
fast stepper, a bad taste in the mouth kind of guy,funny fella though,
always had a joke or two,but be careful, the joke could be on youDid
you ever hear the one about the id, the ego, the super ego,the
monumental man sat back to watch his automobile growHe was a
Lamborghini kind of guy, got so highHe would swear he could touch the
sky But the sky was the limitI could be a mover, I could be a shaker,
don't you try to get in my wayI'm the heart breaker, the money maker,
this will all be mine one dayI will go undefeated, I'll be
protectedYou think you're big time, I'll show you big timeHollerin'
and swallowin' air, crawling in the pit of dispair

                            
							
                                    
                            

							


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