Tricky:   Hey you, so whatcha gonna do   Unbearable, searable, popular demand   From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man   Unbearable, searable, popular demand   Unbearable, searable, popular demand   From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man   Unbearable, searable, popular demand      Martina:   How things are together we'll destroy   And then we can destroy what we are   Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free   We don't give praise, we take praise   So why are we?      Tricky:   Unbearable, searable, popular demand   From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man      Martina:   How things are together we'll destroy   And then we can destroy what we are   Together we can build what we are when we dream the spirit free   We don't give praise, we take praise   So why are we?      Tricky:   Unbearable, searable, popular demand   From cradle to grave, this simple diary of man   Unbearable, searable, popular demand      Martina:   Feed me when I'm hungry   Drink me 'till I'm dry   The dream of yesterday becomes another lie   You feed me lies, distortion, the English disaster   No one's free from love for one master      Tricky:   Unbearable searable popular demand   From cradle to grave, the simple diary of man      Martina:   We found a new place to live where we're taught to grow strong   And strongly sensitive, it always sets the scenery   Colors leave only beauty, words and wine amongst the greenery   See how it is X2      The only lessons you teach us from a margin   They ask my origin   The only lessons you teach us from a margin   They ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin      Extract from crystal though nothing is clear   I despise you, damn you, dream you   I love you   But still nothing is clear   I think of when i found you   You keep on singin while I'm drowning   Down into that two-tone vision   I've been raised in this place   And now concrete is my religion      See how it is X4      The only lessons you teach us from a margin   You ask my origin   The only lessons you teach us from a margin   They ask my origin      The only lesson you teach us, wrong and right   You ask my origin   The only lesson you teach us, wrong and right   They ask my origin, it's a moral sin, it's a moral sin