Feed Me (Abbey Road Remaster)

Hey you, so whatcha gonna do?

Unbearable, searable, popular demand
From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man
Unbearable, searable, popular demand
Unbearable, searable, popular demand
From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man
Unbearable, searable, popular demand

How things are together we'll destroy
And then we can destroy what we are
Together we can build what wе are when we drеam the spirit free
We don't give praise, we take praise, so why are we?

Unbearable, searable, popular demand
From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man

Hey you, so whatcha gonna do?

How things are together we'll destroy
And then we can destroy what we are
Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free
We don't give praise, we take praise, so why are we?

Unbearable, searable, popular demand
From cradle to grave, this simple diary of man
Unbearable, searable, popular demand

Feed me when I'm hungry, drink me 'til I'm dry
The dream of yesterday becomes another lie
You feed me lies, distortion, the English disaster
No one's free, one love for one master

Unbearable, searable, popular demand
From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man

We found a new place to live where we're taught to grow strong
And strongly sensitive, it always sets the scenery
Colours leave only beauty, words and wine amongst the greenery
See how it is, see how it is

The only lessons you teach us from a margin
They ask my origin
The only lessons you teach us from a margin
They ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin

Extract from crystal though nothing is clear
I despise you, damn you, dream you, I love you
But still nothing is clear
I think of when I found you
You keep on singin' while I'm drowning
Down into that two-tone vision
I've been raised in this place
And now concrete is my religion

See how it is, see how it is
See how it is, see how it is

The only lessons you teach us from a margin
You ask my origin
The only lessons you teach us from a margin
They ask my origin
The only lessons you teach us from a margin
You ask my origin
The only lessons you teach us from a margin
They ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin