Memento Mori chords and lyrics - THE STREETS

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[Verse 1]
[Gm]Ah, what was the question
Oh yeah, momento mori
It means remember it's
inevitable that we will all die
It sounds quite depressing when said
so raw and direct
But it means don't hang yourself
on a material life
But that gets dropped when
I'm bop on shopping day
Am I shallow,
am i hung up on such wrong ways
Yes I am shallow and loving
every wrong play
If love is blind then why do we
all buy lingerie
I've got nothing in my life
away from the studio
So when I'm loose I end
up consuming dough

[Verse 2]
Memento mori, [Gm]memento mori
It's latin and it says we must all die
I tried it for a while but
it's a load of boring shit
So I buy buy buy buy buy buy

[Verse 3]
If I start to think of life [Gm]I have
prangs of paranoia
Pull one stripey shirt off a racks
or another
Overthink my fate grasping
a pastel jumper
Panic buy a flight home,
prang though actually sober
Change my mind and fly
[Dm]back into [Gm]vegas
Buy more pastel shades
and some famous labels
Frame the ferrari through
the day with the mayhem
Just to forget about the race
in my head
I don't really care about
the luck and the look
But driving a ferrarri is
f**king book

[Verse 4]
Memento mori, [Gm]memento mori

[Verse 5]
It's latin and it says we must [Gm]all die
I tried it for a while but
it's a load of boring shit
So I buy buy buy buy buy buy

[Verse 6]
I think if I could see [Gm]me now from
my growing past
I'd Hate the shirted cunt that seems
to be so f**king flash
I reckon from the threadsI think
all I think's about cash
But my manager tells me I ought to
think about cash
It's like people don't know the
eighties started
My car just keeps carding
with the card machine
You don't regard the old you,
driving a ferrarri
Mine's the driving license
through Nevada at speed
I never think about money
In fact I have no idea how much
money I have

[Verse 7]
Memento mori, [Gm]memento mori
It's latin and it says we must all die
I tried it for a while but
it's a load of boring shit
So I buy buy buy buy buy buy

[Verse 8]
Chilly 'n carmen [Gm]air sips
as I'm parting her hair
But I'm an asbo drinker I want to
be chilly parkair
But asbo drinkers just don't dig
my art and my flair
Even if they dig my asbo driving,
past their carlight flair
Sometimes when I my diamond
trinkets with my whores
I know I've strayed a bit from my
old sins and my walks
But then I laugh out loud that my
car still f**king talks
I feel awful for a bit but at least I'm not poor