Ah, what was the question  Oh yeah, momento mori  It means remember it's inevitable that we will all die  It sounds quite depressing when said so raw and direct  But it means don't hang yourself on a material life  But that gets dropped when I'm bop on shopping day  Am I shallow, am i hung up on such wrong ways  Yes I am shallow and loving every wrong play  If love is blind then why do we all buy lingerie  I've got nothing in my life away from the studio  So when I'm loose I end up consuming dough    Memento mori, memento mori  It's latin and it says we must all die  I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit  So I buy buy buy buy buy buy    If I start to think of life I have prangs of paranoia  Pull one stripey shirt off a racks or another  Overthink my fate grasping a pastel jumper  Panic buy a flight home, prang though actually sober  Change my mind and fly back into vegas  Buy more pastel shades and some famous labels  Frame the ferrari through the day with the mayhem  Just to forget about the race in my head  I don't really care about the luck and the look  But driving a ferrarri is fucking book    Memento mori, memento mori  It's latin and it says we must all die  I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit  So I buy buy buy buy buy buy    I think if I could see me now from my growing past  I'd Hate the shirted cunt that seems to be so fucking flash  I reckon from the threadsI think all I think's about cash  But my manager tells me I ought to think about cash  It's like people don't know the eighties started  My car just keeps carding with the card machine  You don't regard the old you, driving a ferrarri  Mine's the driving license through Nevada at speed  I never think about money  In fact I have no idea how much money I have    Memento mori, memento mori  It's latin and it says we must all die  I tried it for a while but it's a load of boring shit  So I buy buy buy buy buy buy    Chilly 'n carmen air sips as I'm parting her hair  But I'm an asbo drinker I want to be chilly parkair  But asbo drinkers just don't dig my art and my flair  Even if they dig my asbo driving, past their carlight flair  Sometimes when I my diamond trinkets with my whores  I know I've strayed a bit from my old sins and my walks  But then I laugh out loud that my car still fucking talks  I feel awful for a bit but at least I'm not poor