This is a tale of a Northern Soul. Looking to find his way back home. He's coming from that same old road. You know the one your folds don't know. I want to see if you know me. I was born in a rented room. My mother didn't get no flowers. Dad didn't approve of me do you?. I'm alive with something inside of me. And I don't think I'm coming back. So come on come in inside of me. Let's spread it all around. Give me your powder and pills. I want to see if they cure my ills. I've no time for love and devotion. No time for old fashioned potion. Take a look into my eyes. I tell you so many lies and then I'll let you go into the night. And I don't think I'm coming down. I'm alive with something inside of me.... And I can't seem to get it out. I'm gonna die alone in bed. This is a tale of a northern soul. Looking for his way back home. And my friend said "Come in side of me. And your speakers are telling the truth. Comming through and into your room on a river of sound". This is a tale of a northern soul looking for his way back home. And if he sees it I know I'll know (repeat). And there's fighting on the street below. I know there's fighting on the street below. But I dont' care coz I'm a Northern Soul. And I'm looking for a way back home. Too busy staying alive (repeat). Too busy living a lie too busy living my life. Too busy stayihg alive.