Wild Horses ft Rolling Stones Testo

When I look at you now I just can't understand
How I ever coulda looked up to you, man,
Still I'm passed being mad, or losing my rag,
Just find it sad 'cause you were the closest thing I had to a dad.
And instead of looking up, I'm looking down at you fella;
Days where I believed your crap have come and gone like the weather.
Still you hide beneath your rain coat and stolen umbrella,
What's wrong with you bredda?
Come on, fucking get it together.
You're getting close to fifty now - mature age. So let go of the whiskey now, start acting your age,
Can't spend the rest of your life killing your liver,
Spend your last days acting like you don't give a
Shit about nothing, now you're old and you're bitter
'Cause you're ex left you for another man she found fitter; fitter
Enough to raise two kids anyway
'Cause you ain't fucking fit to be a dad in any way.
You're a degenerate alcoholic and have been for years,
Your eyes are dry now but not the tracks of your tears
And I see where they lead, man I'm sorry that you're hurt
But you can only blame yourself now your dick's in the dirt.

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away

Down the pub each day in the Old Nag's Head, just stayed
Even wild, wild horses couldn't drag you away.
Yeah,
That's the one ain't it, didn't you say,
At your funeral that's the song you want them to play? You ain't got long now to go, bruv
Now it's clear you a slave
To the drink
'Cos soon you'll drink yourself into your grave,
It's got to the stage where you love to drink every day.
I say love as if you didn't love it, you sober up but hey
What you love more the suds or your own flesh and blood?
'Cause, blood, it's been two years since you even gave them a hug
Let alone even let them hear your voice.
There's no excuse it's not like you haven't got a choice;
What you gotta do is
Fix up, look sharp,
Stop drinking,
Don't poison your body with anything that stops you thinking.
You're too old for all that.
You've had your time, man, don't act like a fool
Acting like you gotta fork out for your yout's
You say you work just a sperm bank
Then show your ex some proof, just a piece of what you earn, man
'Cause right now she's the only one who's paying for their schooling;
No matter how much of a bitch you say she is, that's appalling.

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag away

When you gonna learn, man? You fucked up again.
Went and got another bird up the fucking duff again.
No doubt you won't be about for this one, like the others
And you dirty, fucking, pisshead cunt thank your God for mothers
'Cause dads ain't worth shit. It must be hereditary:
You never knew yours and your kids don't know you, so set it G
A date with a surgeon, under local anaesthetic, Keith
I think it's time you went and got yourself a vasectomy,
On the real, I ain't joking blud I've fucking had enough.
You know what it was like for both of us growing up,
You never had a dad, well neither did I and you know it blud,
'Cause you knew my dad, you knew when he left I was only a pup,
So I can't condone that shit, abandoning your kids, you're a prick
I don't care what you say, man, you make me sick.
There's no excuse for that shit, you say you don't know where they are
But there's ways of finding out, you're just not trying very hard.
They can't have gone very far
You're ex's family's still about,
You could write your ex a letter asking her: let's sort this out,
And give it to her mum, so that she can pass it on,
But I guess that's hard to do
When you're motherfucking drunk
So you know what?
Fuck it
Or leave it alone,
As long as you leave me alone 'cause you don't need to be known,
Like those chiefs who private number me and breathe down the phone.
Don't give a fuck about you now your true colours are shown
Next time you'll see me's at your funeral
'Wild Horses' by The Stones
So keep your fucking drink you'll need it now you're all on your own.

Wild horses couldn't drag me away
Wild, wild horses couldn't drag me away