Martina Topley-Bird

Martina Topley-Bird - Too Tough to Die

Too tough to die

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