James Brown is Dead - You, Me, And Everyone We Know

This isn’t love

It would require too much touching up

This isn’t love

A word like that just isn’t rough enough

And there’s a pair of size sevens k-k-keeping the beat

And I’m staring pretty hard but it’s not at her feet

She caught my glances and she walked right up my way

James Brown is dead

So, what’s the point in pretending

Any of us still have some kind of soul?

Get it our of your head

What’s the point in remembering?

It’s assured that you’re not breaking the mold

James Brown is dead

Oh, something I can’t quite find inside myself

Love, so I look for it in someone else

And there’s a pair of size sevens k-k-keeping the beat

I’m staring pretty hard but it’s not at her feet

She caught my glances and she walked right up my way

And they’re still stuck in my head

Every single word she said

That breathy jingle

James Brown is dead

So, what’s the point in pretending

Any of us still have some kind of soul?

Get it our of your head

What’s the point in remembering?

It’s assured that you’re not breaking the mold

James Brown is dead

And they’re still stuck in my head

Every single word she said

That breathy jingle

James Brown is dead

So, what’s the point in pretending

Any of us still have some kind of soul?

Get it our of your head

What’s the point in remembering?

It’s assured that you’re not breaking the mold

James Brown is dead

James Brown is dead

Get it our of your head