Only Heaven - Coldcut, Roots Manuva

Only Heaven can never save me

Send to a mighty angel down

Before I end up in this ground

Only Heaven can never save me

Feels like Hell out on the streets

I need you more than you need me

Only Heaven can never save me

Only Heaven can never save me

Molotov quality causing controversy

Oh, it’s so odd to see

Oh, it’s so novelty

So, we send love to the French

To excuse my French

I’m so spent with this hard hard currency

Currently running through my vein most rancid

Forever active

Non play acted

Race card did abuse onto my black skin

They don’t wanna hear about poor me, poor me

So I the lines and what the scorn did

With the twisted looking philosophical view

Here is what we gonna do with much regard to

The poet with license

The senses enlightened

Just the type to come entice things

With raw brute force

Drawn from the infinite

The raw brute force

Born of the infinite

Infinite we

Infinite free

Only Heaven can never save me

Send to a mighty angel down

Before I end up in this ground

Only Heaven can never save me

Feels like Hell out on the streets

I need you more than you need me

Only Heaven can never save me

Only Heaven can never save me

Off one attention

Crazy with that bandwidth

We cannot stand it

We’re looking for the standing

We’re upstanding, but here with more standards

Their innovations they sent from the godly

Downtown filled with jazz

With my bad bill

And just because he walks with the Holy Ghost

It really don’t mean he won’t put a hole in those

Tough talk don’t mean a heap is sick

I’ve seen some tough time

I’ve seen some mean shit now

Nowadays up keen to work the angles

The Devil works from each and every angle

And as the angle sets, it entangles

Bear in mind

That we corrupt the energy

Replenish the cheap and move more freely

Rejoicing in the voice

Rejoicing in the freedom

Rejoicing in the voice

Rejoicing in the freeness