Too Tough to Die - Martina Topley-Bird

I always wonder why my mama left town

New Haven ain’t a bag of salt

When nobody knows your name

You look so different over the phone

Seven states away they’re doin', doin'

The strange fruit swing

When they come down

You have to leave town

I am

Too tough to die

I am

Too tough to die

Blessed are those who believe

Who believe and have not seen

I wasn’t there

And it’s got me wondering

And the man you make then and now

He’s burning

School’s are learning you can’t unlearn

No room to turn

Let alone run

And I am

Too tough to die

I am

Too tough to die

It’s in their eyes, it’s unspoken

Don’t even know they’re out to do you harm

Can’t even see the pulse beating

In the axle of your arm

Outlaw wearin' diamond patches

Of sunlight on his coat

Livin' in a cage, make a 7 time daddy

Lose his mind to roam

Derision’s a cold wind against my skin

You keep a-flayin 'til there’s no skin at all

What’s to hold it together

When you stumble and you fall

I am

Too tough to die

I am

Too tough to die