Mgmt - Song For Dan Treacy lyrics

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He spends his time

Or maybe half of his time

Or part of the time wandering

'round the creeks and cobble stones of hackney lanes

With a tear in his eye

As the children walk by, he's thinking of a song

Then stops to paint a picture of a frown

Walking around

Dan Treacy's smile

Leaves you trying to decide who's the victim, what's the crime?

No rest for the mind

That's seen it all before

And I don't know where he lives

But he's a myth of a man

And Texas Bob the cameraman

Is off to fix his sit before the show

Yeah, but where did he go?

To know when your time's up

You flip the glass and watch the hours quickening

Oh oh oh oh oh

In the back of the station

Fluorescent lights about to quit their flickering

Well he speaks his mind

He says "what is crime?"

Dan Treacy's eyes

In the middle of the park

When the underground is dark,

He's a poet he's a lark

He starts thinking about a place that no one knows

And when the creeks run dry

He stays frozen in time

Strange lights in the sky

Start blinking

I can see the car outside but he's listening

He's listening

And he's making up his mind

He made his mind up

To get things done and overcome

He made his mind up

Yeah he's gonna let it go

He made his mind up

In the park and at the station

He made his mind up

Yeah, he's gonna get it done

He made his mind up

Ooh yeah he's gonna get it done

He made his mind up

Yeah, he's gonna let it go, uh oh

No matter the time

Oh oh

When the creeps run by

Oh no

He's making his mind up

Oh oh oh oh

Yeah he's gonna get it done whoa

Oh yeah, when the creeks run dry whoa oh

Yeah, he's gonna listen to his soul,

Yeah, when the creeps walk by and say

"come here boy, look me in the eye"

Bow to the heart, back to the beat of

Dan Treacy