Pulp - Help the Aged [DVD] Lyrics
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Help the Aged [DVD]
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What Are The Lyrics For Help the Aged [DVD] By Pulp?
Help the aged,
One time they were just like you, Drinking, smoking cigs and sniffing glue. Help the aged, Don't just put them in a home, Can't have much fun when they're all on their own. Give a hand, if you can, Try and help them to unwind. Give them hope and give them comfort 'Cause they're running out of time. In the meantime we try. Try to forget that nothing lasts forever. No big deal so give us all a feel. Funny how it all falls away. When did you first realise? It's time you took an older lover baby. Teach you stuff although he's looking rough. Funny how it all falls away. Help the aged 'Cause one day you'll be older too - You might need someone who can pull you through And if you look very hard Behind those lines upon their face You may see where you are headed And it's such a lonely place. In the meantime we try. Try to forget that nothing lasts forever. No big deal so give us all a feel. Funny how it all falls away. When did you first realise? It's time you took an older lover baby. Teach you stuff although he's looking rough. Funny how it all falls away. You can dye your hair but it's the one thing you can't change. Can't run away from yourself. In the meantime we try. Try to forget that nothing lasts forever. No big deal so give us all a feel. Funny how it all falls away. When did you first realize? It's time you took an older lover baby. Teach you stuff although he's looking rough. Funny how it all falls away. Funny how it all falls away. So help the aged. |
Who Wrote Help the Aged [DVD] By Pulp?
Candida Doyle, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Mark Andrew Webber, Nick Banks, Stephen Patrick Mackey
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