Tracker Lyrics & Chords By Woodkid

I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck...read more

I'm waking up to ash and dust I wipe my brow and sweat my rust I'm breathing in the chemicals I'm breaking in and shaping up Then checking out on the prison bus This...read more

My northern heart weighs like a stone And the burning sadness has become my home The tortured world wants Me to hate But there’! A world inside Where my love can bury my rage ...read more

Up on Melancholy Hill There's a plastic tree. Are you here with me? Just looking out on the day Of another dream, Where you can't get what you want But you can get me. ...read more

I'm the king of my own land Facing tempests of dust I'll fight until the end Creatures of my dreams raise up and dance with me Now and forever I'm your king ...read more