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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
You never hear the one that hits you, no!
Well, you work real hard and you stay in line Got your nose to the grindstone all the time Then they say, "I'm sorry and I know it's hard But there ain't no work, just pick up your cards" And you never hear the one that hits you no Never did, never will You never hear the one that hits you no Never did, never will You never hear the one that hits you no, no, no So you send applications all over town and the only replies are to turn you down Then after months someone's on the phone And you get to the interview the job's long gone And you never hear the one that hits you no Never did, never will You never hear the one that hits you no Never did, never will You never hear the one that hits you no, no, no Sneaks up behind you and hits you in the head So you reach the point where you just don't care And you've made up your mind to live on fresh air Cos it doesn't matter what's been done or said And you better start living, you're a long time dead And you never hear the one that hits you no Never did, never will And you never hear the one that hits you no Never did, never will And you never hear the one that hits you no, no, no |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
Why should I apologise for things I haven't done?
You always crucify me and look like you're having fun You say that I'm a stranger when I walk through my front door But if this keeps on keeping on I won't go in there no more You hate my friends you hate the hours I keep the job I do I can't believe I ever thought I'd spend my life with you You don't believe in me I can't believe you ever will Why should I explain myself when everything's alright You make me feel so guilty I can't get to sleep at night You push me and harass me making all my life seem small The way you're acting lately's bound to drive me up the wall You take my dreams and smash them leave them broken on the floor I think it might be better if I just walked out the door [Chorus rpt:] You don't believe in me No you don't believe in me You don't believe in me No you don't believe in me |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - No Body's Heroe (2001)
(Fingers/Ogilvie)
Oh flip oh gosh oh golly gee We really shocked the local rock disc jock Oh crumbs oh boy oh sugar me The poor bloke nearly went right off his block We only told him what we did and didn't like And then we used that word and he jumped on the mike You can't say that on the radio You can't say that on the radio yes we all do it but you can't refer to it You can't say that on the radio Oh flip oh gosh oh golly gee We said the word and got our knuckles rapped But if he didn't want to know Why did he ask our views on all that crap? Oh now we've done it and we've really got it wrong Not even Uncle John will get to play this song Cos you can't say crap on the radio You can't say crap on the radio We all do it but you can't refer to it You can't say crap on the radio Of course we teach freedom of speech But say as we say and not what we preach We know your sort you little guttersnipe Don't give us none of that shit Oh flip oh gosh oh golly gee But now we know how we touched a sore spot Oh crumbs oh boy oh sugar me It's plain to see what got him bothered and hot We thought that it was just something that you said But then we realised it was all he played Cos he can play crap on the radio You can play crap on the radio Be careful what you say And you can play shite all day You can play crap on the radio Crapital radio |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
And if life starts to get you down
Don't fall and go under Or if it's pushing you around Don't think of surrender Or if you feel like crying Don't give up you can't give up no Just give it one more try And don't give up the fight Chorus : Cos you can move mountains You can do anything you choose You can move mountains When you find it's down to attitude And when the boss gets on your back And you've got to take it Don't think it's something that you lack Just believe and you'll make it And if he's grinding you down Don't give lip you can't give up no I know you'll turn it around And don't give up the fight |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
I don't know
But I won't be told the streets of heaven are paved with gold I'm gonna stop looking over my shoulder to check what's right I'm gonna stop thinking it over. And start tonight Do it fast or do it slow Do it once then let it go I don't know I don't know I don't know But I won't be told You're gonna stop looking over my shoulder to see what I'm at Okay, You're a little bit older. Okay, all right, so what You did it thus. You did it so The difference is you think you know I don't know I don't know I don't know Still I won't be told I don't know but I won't be told I'm not putting myself on hold I'm not buying and I won't be sold I won't find out till I'm out of control I'm gonna stop being cautious and sober. Get out and get on I'm gonna start taking me over. And off on the run You did it once. I don't care how 'cause that was then and this is now I don't know I don't know I don't know But I won't be told I don't know And I hope I live before I get old I don't know I don't know And you can't tell me |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
I don't know
But I won't be told the streets of heaven are paved with gold I'm gonna stop looking over my shoulder to check what's right I'm gonna stop thinking it over. And start tonight Do it fast or do it slow Do it once then let it go I don't know I don't know I don't know But I won't be told You're gonna stop looking over my shoulder to see what I'm at Okay, You're a little bit older. Okay, all right, so what You did it thus. You did it so The difference is you think you know I don't know I don't know I don't know Still I won't be told I don't know but I won't be told I'm not putting myself on hold I'm not buying and I won't be sold I won't find out till I'm out of control I'm gonna stop being cautious and sober. Get out and get on I'm gonna start taking me over. And off on the run You did it once. I don't care how 'cause that was then and this is now I don't know I don't know I don't know But I won't be told I don't know And I hope I live before I get old I don't know I don't know And you can't tell me |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
Rastus was a nigger. Thug mugger junkie.
Black golly gob. Big horny monkey. Pimp pusher coon. Grinning piccaninnies. Send him home soon. Back to the trees. Black wogs. Black wogs. Face don't fit. Black wogs. Black wogs. Ain't no Brit. Ahmed is a Paki. Curry coffee queer. Ten to a bed. Flocking over here. Tax-sponging canker. Smelly thieving kids. Ponce greasy wanker. Worse than the yids. Brown wogs. Brown wogs. Face don't fit. Brown wogs. Brown wogs. Ain't no Brit. Stick together we'll be alright me and you The only colours we need are red, right and blue. Paddy is a moron. Spud thick Mick. Breeds like a rabbit. Thinks with his pick. Anything floors him if he can't fight or drink it. Round them up in Ulster. Tow it out and sink it. Green wogs. Green wogs. Face don't fit. Green wogs. Green wogs. Ain't no Brit. If the victim ain't a soldier why should we care? Irish bodies don't count. Life's cheaper over there. Green wogs. Green wogs. Face don't fit. Green wogs. Green wogs. Ain't no Brit. Green Wogs. Green wogs. Get 'em boys. Green wogs. Green wogs. Turn up the white noise. |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
Rastus was a nigger. Thug mugger junkie.
Black golly gob. Big horny monkey. Pimp pusher coon. Grinning piccaninnies. Send him home soon. Back to the trees. Black wogs. Black wogs. Face don't fit. Black wogs. Black wogs. Ain't no Brit. Ahmed is a Paki. Curry coffee queer. Ten to a bed. Flocking over here. Tax-sponging canker. Smelly thieving kids. Ponce greasy wanker. Worse than the yids. Brown wogs. Brown wogs. Face don't fit. Brown wogs. Brown wogs. Ain't no Brit. Stick together we'll be alright me and you The only colours we need are red, right and blue. Paddy is a moron. Spud thick Mick. Breeds like a rabbit. Thinks with his pick. Anything floors him if he can't fight or drink it. Round them up in Ulster. Tow it out and sink it. Green wogs. Green wogs. Face don't fit. Green wogs. Green wogs. Ain't no Brit. If the victim ain't a soldier why should we care? Irish bodies don't count. Life's cheaper over there. Green wogs. Green wogs. Face don't fit. Green wogs. Green wogs. Ain't no Brit. Green Wogs. Green wogs. Get 'em boys. Green wogs. Green wogs. Turn up the white noise. |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
Spoken (Could everybody get off the stage please
Cause the people behind you can't see) I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, with every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright, and may all your Christmases be white I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, just like the ones I used to know Where the treetops glisten and children listen to hear sleigh bells in the snow I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, with every Christmas card I write May your days be merry and bright, and may all your Christmases be white |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
Mid-October, sixty one
The French Police were having fun Cutting down Algerians Breaking heads all over town Yet no-one saw and no-one knew No-one dared to speak the truth 200 dead became just two Sweep them in the river The witnesses were run to the ground Put the bastards underground Buried every black in town Who dared to show their face (Chorus): When the stars fall from the sky When the world cannot make me cry That's when the scales will fall from your eyes And let you see the truth Boipitong in ninety two Subjected to a murder crew Well trained policemen charging through A crowd that's armed with slogans Yet no-one saw and no help came And no-one wants to take the blame These people that you try to tame Will get round to you later The protesters were run to the ground Put the bastards underground Buried every black in town Who dared to raise his voice Every day around the world The voice of truth cannot be heard Men and women disappear They have to live their life in fear Yet something makes them stand and shout One day they will find you out Dig up every fact in town And shove them in your face |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
(Jake Burns)
The smallest goal in life's worth having You need the purpose You need the ideal Or the dream Don't waste the impulse or the longing Most precious thing We have in life is time So use it right And it feels like you head's exploding And it feels like you've been set free You've got the hunger and desire You've got the talent Make the move to see what you'll achieve You feel the fever burn inside you This kind of illness Leaves you so alive You know your mind And it feels like you head's exploding And it feels like you've been set free Chorus: |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
And now and then when I'm in the mood
I might get up at the crack of noon Then take a wander down to the arcade Might as well clock up a high score And hang around with my mates before I wander back to find my dole's been paid Stay outdoors, play football Or simply play the fool. If it rains go back in You can always watch Play School Don't try to tell me that it ain't a lot I'm gonna make the best of what I've got So I've got no job ..... welcome to the whole week I've always got my LP's to play Or find a friend to get a loan and tape And any time it's time to eat again Before you know, it's any night and so You meet the gang and go along the road Take any chance to have a drink or ten Share the crack. Blokes with cash Get a hit of something else Out all night. Shoot and fight It makes you feel that you're yourself Some of you have got it in for me I don't need that or your sympathy So I've got no job ..... Welcome to the whole week If you don't mind, I have decided to live my life Well, it's always something to do My girl comes round and all we do is talk For hours on end, or we don't talk at all While we do more ... or less ... as we please You keep on that it's wrong We haven't earned lives of ease But there's no work to do And I won't queue up on my knees I never said that this was my ideal But still I'm gonna feel and make it real So I've got no job ...... Welcome to the whole week I never promised you I'd go away You can't ignore me 'cause I'm here to stay So it's too bad .... Let me at the whole week |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
And now and then when I'm in the mood
I might get up at the crack of noon Then take a wander down to the arcade Might as well clock up a high score And hang around with my mates before I wander back to find my dole's been paid Stay outdoors, play football Or simply play the fool. If it rains go back in You can always watch Play School Don't try to tell me that it ain't a lot I'm gonna make the best of what I've got So I've got no job ..... welcome to the whole week I've always got my LP's to play Or find a friend to get a loan and tape And any time it's time to eat again Before you know, it's any night and so You meet the gang and go along the road Take any chance to have a drink or ten Share the crack. Blokes with cash Get a hit of something else Out all night. Shoot and fight It makes you feel that you're yourself Some of you have got it in for me I don't need that or your sympathy So I've got no job ..... Welcome to the whole week If you don't mind, I have decided to live my life Well, it's always something to do My girl comes round and all we do is talk For hours on end, or we don't talk at all While we do more ... or less ... as we please You keep on that it's wrong We haven't earned lives of ease But there's no work to do And I won't queue up on my knees I never said that this was my ideal But still I'm gonna feel and make it real So I've got no job ...... Welcome to the whole week I never promised you I'd go away You can't ignore me 'cause I'm here to stay So it's too bad .... Let me at the whole week |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
I could be a soldier
Go out there and fight to save this land Be a people's soldier Paramilitary gun in hand I won't be no soldier I won't take no orders from no-one Stuff their fucking armies Killing isn't my idea of fun They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away I could be a hero Live and die for their 'important' cause A united nation Or an independent state with laws And rules and regulations That merely cause disturbances and wars That is what I've got now All thanks to the freedom-seeking hordes They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away I'm not gonna be taken in They said if I don't join I just can't win I've heard that story many times before And every time I threw it out the door Still they come up to me With a different name but the same old face I can see the connection With another time and a different place They ain't blonde-haired or blue-eyed But they think that they're the master race They're nothing but blind fascists Brought up to hate and given lives to waste They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
I could be a soldier
Go out there and fight to save this land Be a people's soldier Paramilitary gun in hand I won't be no soldier I won't take no orders from no-one Stuff their fucking armies Killing isn't my idea of fun They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away I could be a hero Live and die for their 'important' cause A united nation Or an independent state with laws And rules and regulations That merely cause disturbances and wars That is what I've got now All thanks to the freedom-seeking hordes They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away I'm not gonna be taken in They said if I don't join I just can't win I've heard that story many times before And every time I threw it out the door Still they come up to me With a different name but the same old face I can see the connection With another time and a different place They ain't blonde-haired or blue-eyed But they think that they're the master race They're nothing but blind fascists Brought up to hate and given lives to waste They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
I could be a soldier
Go out there and fight to save this land Be a people's soldier Paramilitary gun in hand I won't be no soldier I won't take no orders from no-one Stuff their fucking armies Killing isn't my idea of fun They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away I could be a hero Live and die for their 'important' cause A united nation Or an independent state with laws And rules and regulations That merely cause disturbances and wars That is what I've got now All thanks to the freedom-seeking hordes They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away I'm not gonna be taken in They said if I don't join I just can't win I've heard that story many times before And every time I threw it out the door Still they come up to me With a different name but the same old face I can see the connection With another time and a different place They ain't blonde-haired or blue-eyed But they think that they're the master race They're nothing but blind fascists Brought up to hate and given lives to waste They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
I could be a soldier
Go out there and fight to save this land Be a people's soldier Paramilitary gun in hand I won't be no soldier I won't take no orders from no-one Stuff their fucking armies Killing isn't my idea of fun They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away I could be a hero Live and die for their 'important' cause A united nation Or an independent state with laws And rules and regulations That merely cause disturbances and wars That is what I've got now All thanks to the freedom-seeking hordes They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away I'm not gonna be taken in They said if I don't join I just can't win I've heard that story many times before And every time I threw it out the door Still they come up to me With a different name but the same old face I can see the connection With another time and a different place They ain't blonde-haired or blue-eyed But they think that they're the master race They're nothing but blind fascists Brought up to hate and given lives to waste They wanna waste my life They wanna waste my time They wanna waste my life And they've stolen it away |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
When we started we thought we were great
Tho' nobody else agreed Just you and I wasting our time Playing and singing out of key And they said we played too loud Cos we didn't play for their crowd We just told them 'Wait and see' We had no money but still we went on Trying to get some gear A smashed up cymbal and an old snare drum Our financial state was clear And they said we should give up They said we didn't have a hope And we still told them 'Wait and see' We worked harder got better in every way Got some other friends involved Pretty soon we found we knew how to play We'd got all our problems solved But I swear to this day I could see you drifting away But I told myself 'Wait and see' Then came the day you said goodbye We tried to smile but had to cry You knew that you'd be missed And we wished you all the best But still we wished you would stay Till then you were a part of everything And everything that might have been And now that everything has turned into what is If you'd have waited you'd have seen But you gave yourself the sack Now there's no turning back Now all your future's 'Wait and see' You're not good enough, You're not good enough You're not good enough to be a dance band They told us But we're not giving up, We're not giving up we're not giving up We'll show them |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
When we started we thought we were great
Tho' nobody else agreed Just you and I wasting our time Playing and singing out of key And they said we played too loud Cos we didn't play for their crowd We just told them 'Wait and see' We had no money but still we went on Trying to get some gear A smashed up cymbal and an old snare drum Our financial state was clear And they said we should give up They said we didn't have a hope And we still told them 'Wait and see' We worked harder got better in every way Got some other friends involved Pretty soon we found we knew how to play We'd got all our problems solved But I swear to this day I could see you drifting away But I told myself 'Wait and see' Then came the day you said goodbye We tried to smile but had to cry You knew that you'd be missed And we wished you all the best But still we wished you would stay Till then you were a part of everything And everything that might have been And now that everything has turned into what is If you'd have waited you'd have seen But you gave yourself the sack Now there's no turning back Now all your future's 'Wait and see' You're not good enough, You're not good enough You're not good enough to be a dance band They told us But we're not giving up, We're not giving up we're not giving up We'll show them |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - No Body's Heroe (2001)
When we started we thought we were great
Tho' nobody else agreed Just you and I wasting our time Playing and singing out of key And they said we played too loud Cos we didn't play for their crowd We just told them 'Wait and see' We had no money but still we went on Trying to get some gear A smashed up cymbal and an old snare drum Our financial state was clear And they said we should give up They said we didn't have a hope And we still told them 'Wait and see' We worked harder got better in every way Got some other friends involved Pretty soon we found we knew how to play We'd got all our problems solved But I swear to this day I could see you drifting away But I told myself 'Wait and see' Then came the day you said goodbye We tried to smile but had to cry You knew that you'd be missed And we wished you all the best But still we wished you would stay Till then you were a part of everything And everything that might have been And now that everything has turned into what is If you'd have waited you'd have seen But you gave yourself the sack Now there's no turning back Now all your future's 'Wait and see' You're not good enough, You're not good enough You're not good enough to be a dance band They told us But we're not giving up, We're not giving up we're not giving up We'll show them |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
When we started we thought we were great
Tho' nobody else agreed Just you and I wasting our time Playing and singing out of key And they said we played too loud Cos we didn't play for their crowd We just told them 'Wait and see' We had no money but still we went on Trying to get some gear A smashed up cymbal and an old snare drum Our financial state was clear And they said we should give up They said we didn't have a hope And we still told them 'Wait and see' We worked harder got better in every way Got some other friends involved Pretty soon we found we knew how to play We'd got all our problems solved But I swear to this day I could see you drifting away But I told myself 'Wait and see' Then came the day you said goodbye We tried to smile but had to cry You knew that you'd be missed And we wished you all the best But still we wished you would stay Till then you were a part of everything And everything that might have been And now that everything has turned into what is If you'd have waited you'd have seen But you gave yourself the sack Now there's no turning back Now all your future's 'Wait and see' You're not good enough, You're not good enough You're not good enough to be a dance band They told us But we're not giving up, We're not giving up we're not giving up We'll show them |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
Looking back it's funny that we never lied
That night we met when were both alone We knew at once that what we'd want was just that night Knew it couldn't be forever Cause we each told of another And then found something all our own [Chorus] We both agreed we felt the need that goes skin deep We said up front that's all we'd want and so We took the love that felt so good and had to be Just a case of touch and go When we'd got that usual block out of the way We both relaxed, sat back and felt so sure Saw eye to eye and looked each other in the face Hours we talked with warmth and laughter And we still could talk more after In the dark up on the seventh floor [Chorus] Some might joke I came and went And snigger she's a whore But there's two people know it meant much more Looking back was not allowed that morning so We stuck by what we'd said Rose and left without regret But for a moment it was touch and go We both agreed we felt the need to touch and go But oh, you know, it was touch and go |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
Then the rain came down
And washed all hope away And your life's a train But it only goes one way What about the times when you were happy Balance them against the times you're sad Was there once a time when you felt lucky Or do you regret the times you've had Chorus: Cos sometimes I feel I live in a tinderbox And just one spark Sets the whole thing off And sometimes I see The light die within me And the flame go out Leave me in the dark When your world's a mess And imbecility gets you down When you can't accept The stupidity that's around What about the times when you were focused What about the times you know who you are Do you find it hard containing your emotions Do you find it hard to just get out the door I'm hangin' in you're hangin' on (x2) |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
He joined up to get a job
And show he wasn't scared Swapped boy scout hat for army cap hed finally be prepared At the age of 17 he was forced to choose Now at the age of 21 he's in Catch 22 He joined up for just three years It seemed a small amount But they didn't tell him That the first two didn't count At the age of 17 how was he to know That at the age of 21 he'd still have one to go? (Chorus:) Tin soldier He signed away his name Tin soldier No chance for cash or fame Tin soldier Now he knows the truth Tin soldier He signed away his youth He joined up cos Dad knew best To do right by his son Now he hates and counts the dates That mark time on square one At the age of 17 he did as he was told Now at the age of 21 tin still won't turn to gold (Chorus) If at the age of 17 you fall in line too soon At the age of 21 you'll still march to their tune Tin soldiers You sign away your name No chance for cash or fame You never see the truth You sign away your youth You go and join the queue Do what they want you to They take away your name They treat you all the same Sign away you life |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
He joined up to get a job
And show he wasn't scared Swapped boy scout hat for army cap hed finally be prepared At the age of 17 he was forced to choose Now at the age of 21 he's in Catch 22 He joined up for just three years It seemed a small amount But they didn't tell him That the first two didn't count At the age of 17 how was he to know That at the age of 21 he'd still have one to go? (Chorus:) Tin soldier He signed away his name Tin soldier No chance for cash or fame Tin soldier Now he knows the truth Tin soldier He signed away his youth He joined up cos Dad knew best To do right by his son Now he hates and counts the dates That mark time on square one At the age of 17 he did as he was told Now at the age of 21 tin still won't turn to gold (Chorus) If at the age of 17 you fall in line too soon At the age of 21 you'll still march to their tune Tin soldiers You sign away your name No chance for cash or fame You never see the truth You sign away your youth You go and join the queue Do what they want you to They take away your name They treat you all the same Sign away you life |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
He joined up to get a job
And show he wasn't scared Swapped boy scout hat for army cap hed finally be prepared At the age of 17 he was forced to choose Now at the age of 21 he's in Catch 22 He joined up for just three years It seemed a small amount But they didn't tell him That the first two didn't count At the age of 17 how was he to know That at the age of 21 he'd still have one to go? (Chorus:) Tin soldier He signed away his name Tin soldier No chance for cash or fame Tin soldier Now he knows the truth Tin soldier He signed away his youth He joined up cos Dad knew best To do right by his son Now he hates and counts the dates That mark time on square one At the age of 17 he did as he was told Now at the age of 21 tin still won't turn to gold (Chorus) If at the age of 17 you fall in line too soon At the age of 21 you'll still march to their tune Tin soldiers You sign away your name No chance for cash or fame You never see the truth You sign away your youth You go and join the queue Do what they want you to They take away your name They treat you all the same Sign away you life |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - No Body's Heroe (2001)
He joined up to get a job
And show he wasn't scared Swapped boy scout hat for army cap hed finally be prepared At the age of 17 he was forced to choose Now at the age of 21 he's in Catch 22 He joined up for just three years It seemed a small amount But they didn't tell him That the first two didn't count At the age of 17 how was he to know That at the age of 21 he'd still have one to go? (Chorus:) Tin soldier He signed away his name Tin soldier No chance for cash or fame Tin soldier Now he knows the truth Tin soldier He signed away his youth He joined up cos Dad knew best To do right by his son Now he hates and counts the dates That mark time on square one At the age of 17 he did as he was told Now at the age of 21 tin still won't turn to gold (Chorus) If at the age of 17 you fall in line too soon At the age of 21 you'll still march to their tune Tin soldiers You sign away your name No chance for cash or fame You never see the truth You sign away your youth You go and join the queue Do what they want you to They take away your name They treat you all the same Sign away you life |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
He joined up to get a job
And show he wasn't scared Swapped boy scout hat for army cap hed finally be prepared At the age of 17 he was forced to choose Now at the age of 21 he's in Catch 22 He joined up for just three years It seemed a small amount But they didn't tell him That the first two didn't count At the age of 17 how was he to know That at the age of 21 he'd still have one to go? (Chorus:) Tin soldier He signed away his name Tin soldier No chance for cash or fame Tin soldier Now he knows the truth Tin soldier He signed away his youth He joined up cos Dad knew best To do right by his son Now he hates and counts the dates That mark time on square one At the age of 17 he did as he was told Now at the age of 21 tin still won't turn to gold (Chorus) If at the age of 17 you fall in line too soon At the age of 21 you'll still march to their tune Tin soldiers You sign away your name No chance for cash or fame You never see the truth You sign away your youth You go and join the queue Do what they want you to They take away your name They treat you all the same Sign away you life |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
So somebody's told you how to be a man
Just fuck 'em and leave 'em and score as many as you can But always have someone who's close to your heart And if you want to keep her, keep her in the dark 'Cause you love her, so you just can't tell her Yet that's a lie and you know full well You have to pay the price of admission You have to pay the price of admission You have to pay the price of admission Sometime in your life somewhere along the line And now she tells you that she's fucked others too She didn't spend those nights waiting in on you But though she gave her all, she never gave her heart And she wants to keep you, so she cannot keep it dark 'Cause she loves you, so she has to open wide She lets you in up close and blows away your pride And you have to pay the price of admission You have to pay the price of admission You have to pay the price of admission This time in your life, and lay it on the line So somebody showed you how to be a man |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Go For It (1981)
It makes you so angry, You rage and rage again
But you can't spit it outside, it's bottled in your brain You feel it in the darkness, the rage inside you grow And you know you're a stranger, in the room below (Chorus:) There are no words to say just what it is you mean But if you feel it's real it's real it's real It makes you so angry, why can't they see red? Can no-one else imagine, what can't be said? You try to put it over, but that gets you nowhere You wouldn't have to bother, if you didn't care (Chorus) And as for all the rest, they think you're in a mess And say that the know best But you know better, you keep your temper It proves that you're still alive It makes you so angry, a rage that's all your own It makes you fell so lonely, but you're not alone For I still feel it that way, and he and she do too And it's enough for us to know, that it's enough to know. (Chorus) What you feel is real You're not the only one. |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
Broken glass everywhere
People pissing on the station Y'know they just don't care I can't take the smell I can't take the noise I got no money to move out I guess I got no choice Rats in the front room Roaches in the back Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat I tries to get away but I couldn't get far Cos a man with a truncheon re-possessed my car Chorus: Don't push me cos I'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head It's like a jungle sometimes It makes me wonder how I keep from going under My son said: "Daddy, I don't wanna go to school Cos the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool And all the kids smoke reefer I think it'd be cheaper If I just got a job learned to be a street sweeper I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet wear a shirt and tie And run with the creeps" Cos it's all about money ain't a damn thing funny You got to have a car in this land of milk and honey A child is born with no state of mind Blind to the ways of mankind God is smiling on you but he's frowning too Because only God knows what you'll go through You'll grow in the ghetto living second rate And your eyes will see a song of deep hate The places you play and where you stay Looks like one great big alleyway You'll admire all the number book takers The pimps the pushers and the big money makers Driving great big cars spending twenties and tens And you want to grow up to be just like them Smugglers scramblers burglars gamblers Pickpocket pedlars even panhandlers You say I'm cool I'm no fool But then you end up dropping right outa school Now you're unemployed null and void Walking round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd Turn stick up kid look what you done did Got sent up for an eight year bid Being used and abused to serve like hell Till one day you was found hung dead in the cell |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Flags And Emblems [Bonus Track Edition] (1994)
From the minute you're born
Til the day you die Y'know they put you on trial Yeah, they make you strive, strive, strive Here's my little warning It's a word to the wise Don't get too involved in The Game of Life When the wheel of fortune Grinds your face in the sand And opportunity's knocking Only bruises your hand They call it enterprise culture I call it pressure and strife And the winners stay winners In the Game of Life [Chorus:] The Game of Life You're born to play The Game of Life You play to win The winners stay winners In the game of life Putting the pressure on you Your head is on the block With every day more frantic You've gotta beat the clock Try to slow down sometime If you don't you'll find You've no time for living The Game of Life [Chorus Repeat] From the minute you're born Til the day you die Yeah they put you on trial Yeah they make you strive, strive, strive They call it enterprise culture I call it pressure and strife And the winners stay winners In the Game of Life [Chorus x3] |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
Everything is turning upside down in this town
The crime rate's rising up as employment swoops down Kids can't trust their parents to protect them no more And if you're black or Irish you just can't trust the law Winos on the corner with no hope and no plan Kids on 5 quid drug deals waiting for their man Estates in states of chaos, hatred scrawled on the walls The men of law and order writhe about on the floor No-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box (Chorus:) And it seems, and it seems Someone's used the cosh and the country's on its knees Old folk freeze to death in flats where damp streams down the walls Poll tax bailiffs scream unheard in countless council halls Plans for new development that never cure the mess Benefits that won't be paid unless you've an address And no-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box (Chorus) Our Welfare State's collapsing and no-one seems to care As long as money's being made and profits there to share Buy into a service that belonged to you and me Soon you'll find our country is the UK pic And no-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box (Chorus) Down on its knees, down on its knees Someone's used the Cosh and the country's down on its knees Down on its knees, down on its knees |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Flags And Emblems [Bonus Track Edition] (1994)
Everything is turning upside down in this town
The crime rate's rising up as employment swoops down Kids can't trust their parents to protect them no more And if you're black or Irish you just can't trust the law Winos on the corner with no hope and no plan Kids on 5 quid drug deals waiting for their man Estates in states of chaos, hatred scrawled on the walls The men of law and order writhe about on the floor No-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box (Chorus:) And it seems, and it seems Someone's used the cosh and the country's on its knees Old folk freeze to death in flats where damp streams down the walls Poll tax bailiffs scream unheard in countless council halls Plans for new development that never cure the mess Benefits that won't be paid unless you've an address And no-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box (Chorus) Our Welfare State's collapsing and no-one seems to care As long as money's being made and profits there to share Buy into a service that belonged to you and me Soon you'll find our country is the UK pic And no-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box (Chorus) Down on its knees, down on its knees Someone's used the Cosh and the country's down on its knees Down on its knees, down on its knees |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Flags And Emblems [Bonus Track Edition] (1994)
Everything is turning upside down in this town
The crime rate's rising up as employment swoops down Kids can't trust their parents to protect them no more And if you're black or Irish you just can't trust the law Winos on the corner with no hope and no plan Kids on 5 quid drug deals waiting for their man Estates in states of chaos, hatred scrawled on the walls The men of law and order writhe about on the floor No-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box (Chorus:) And it seems, and it seems Someone's used the cosh and the country's on its knees Old folk freeze to death in flats where damp streams down the walls Poll tax bailiffs scream unheard in countless council halls Plans for new development that never cure the mess Benefits that won't be paid unless you've an address And no-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box (Chorus) Our Welfare State's collapsing and no-one seems to care As long as money's being made and profits there to share Buy into a service that belonged to you and me Soon you'll find our country is the UK pic And no-one dream of living, those hopes lie on the rocks Your newly detached haven is a cardboard box (Chorus) Down on its knees, down on its knees Someone's used the Cosh and the country's down on its knees Down on its knees, down on its knees |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
(Jake Burns)
Well I can't lie and I won't try I ain't waited this long just to hide This could be wrong but I don't mind Can't disguise the way I feel tonight I will be there when you're calling I will catch you when you're falling You tantalise I'm hypnotised tonight You say that this feels like a dream Won't deal in dreams I've put them all aside And I believe I've changed for good I feel so strong I know this must be right Just your presence makes me hazy You whip me up when I'm feeling lazy You tantalise I'm hypnotised tonight And though it might seem ideal I worry that it isn't real It's on my mind all the time Feeling fine is that a crime? I won't listen to the people Who tell me it's wrong to feel this way They don't feel the way I feel Electric shock shoots through me every day Now it seems my brain's on fire This reaction you inspire You tantalise I'm hypnotised tonight Just your presence makes me hazy You whip me up when I'm feeling lazy You tantalise I'm hypnotised tonight |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
Every time I go to speak my mind you just ignore me
Every time I try to have my say you have it for me They say there's freedom of speech But when I try to make free you say Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Every time Every time I ask you to lend an ear I get both together Everything I say just goes in one and out the other They say there's freedom of thought But when I think out aloud you say Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Now you must see reason See that I'm a person Shut your face and listen .... ain't it time And if you open your mouth I'll jump straight down your throat and say Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Don't you talk back to me Anytime |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
Inflammable material is planted in my head
It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead Their solutions are our problems They put up the wall On each side time and prime us And make sure we get sod all They play their games of power They cut and mark the pack They deal us to the bottom But what do they put back? (Chorus:) Don't believe them Don't believe them Don't be bitten twice you gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss out Suss suspect device They take away our freedom In the name of liberty Why can't they all just clear off Why can't they let us be They make us feel indebted For saving us from hell And then they put us through it It's time the bastards fell (Chorus) Don't believe them Don't believe them Question everything you're told Just take a look around you At the bitterness and spite Why can't we take over and try to put it right (Chorus) We're a suspect device if we do what we are told But a suspect device can score an own goal I'm a suspect device the Army can't defuse You're a suspect device they know they can't refuse We're gonna blow up in their face |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
Inflammable material is planted in my head
It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead Their solutions are our problems They put up the wall On each side time and prime us And make sure we get sod all They play their games of power They cut and mark the pack They deal us to the bottom But what do they put back? (Chorus:) Don't believe them Don't believe them Don't be bitten twice you gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss out Suss suspect device They take away our freedom In the name of liberty Why can't they all just clear off Why can't they let us be They make us feel indebted For saving us from hell And then they put us through it It's time the bastards fell (Chorus) Don't believe them Don't believe them Question everything you're told Just take a look around you At the bitterness and spite Why can't we take over and try to put it right (Chorus) We're a suspect device if we do what we are told But a suspect device can score an own goal I'm a suspect device the Army can't defuse You're a suspect device they know they can't refuse We're gonna blow up in their face |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
Inflammable material is planted in my head
It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead Their solutions are our problems They put up the wall On each side time and prime us And make sure we get sod all They play their games of power They cut and mark the pack They deal us to the bottom But what do they put back? (Chorus:) Don't believe them Don't believe them Don't be bitten twice you gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss out Suss suspect device They take away our freedom In the name of liberty Why can't they all just clear off Why can't they let us be They make us feel indebted For saving us from hell And then they put us through it It's time the bastards fell (Chorus) Don't believe them Don't believe them Question everything you're told Just take a look around you At the bitterness and spite Why can't we take over and try to put it right (Chorus) We're a suspect device if we do what we are told But a suspect device can score an own goal I'm a suspect device the Army can't defuse You're a suspect device they know they can't refuse We're gonna blow up in their face |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
Inflammable material is planted in my head
It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead Their solutions are our problems They put up the wall On each side time and prime us And make sure we get sod all They play their games of power They cut and mark the pack They deal us to the bottom But what do they put back? (Chorus:) Don't believe them Don't believe them Don't be bitten twice you gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss out Suss suspect device They take away our freedom In the name of liberty Why can't they all just clear off Why can't they let us be They make us feel indebted For saving us from hell And then they put us through it It's time the bastards fell (Chorus) Don't believe them Don't believe them Question everything you're told Just take a look around you At the bitterness and spite Why can't we take over and try to put it right (Chorus) We're a suspect device if we do what we are told But a suspect device can score an own goal I'm a suspect device the Army can't defuse You're a suspect device they know they can't refuse We're gonna blow up in their face |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
Inflammable material is planted in my head
It's a suspect device that's left 2000 dead Their solutions are our problems They put up the wall On each side time and prime us And make sure we get sod all They play their games of power They cut and mark the pack They deal us to the bottom But what do they put back? (Chorus:) Don't believe them Don't believe them Don't be bitten twice you gotta suss, suss, suss, suss, suss out Suss suspect device They take away our freedom In the name of liberty Why can't they all just clear off Why can't they let us be They make us feel indebted For saving us from hell And then they put us through it It's time the bastards fell (Chorus) Don't believe them Don't believe them Question everything you're told Just take a look around you At the bitterness and spite Why can't we take over and try to put it right (Chorus) We're a suspect device if we do what we are told But a suspect device can score an own goal I'm a suspect device the Army can't defuse You're a suspect device they know they can't refuse We're gonna blow up in their face |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Guitar And Drum (2003)
You lit a flame in my heart
And it is burning still And every time I hear you shout It still gives me a thrill I can see you up there With your right leg pumping Goodbye inspiration Voice of a generation Goodbye Inspiration I won't be playing Strummerville again You wore your heart on your sleeve With honesty and pride You gave me hope,made me believe That what I did was right You brought out a passion That had long been missing Yeah you brought out a passion That you never stopped giving [Chorus x2] And if music seems mundane It's cos the companies get their own way And all the young bands seem to say Please turn our rebellion into money So thanks for giving me my creed I'll try to stay onside Y'or helping me to dare to dream After all this time Cos I still see you up there On a stage and playing Yeah I still see you up there I still agree with what your saying [Chorus x2] |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - No Body's Heroe (2001)
(Fingers/Ogilvie)
All things are relative with cousins everywhere Hard-nosed blue-eyed boys, intelligent and fair You gotta pitch in for your kith and kin Holding the line to save our skin Pound for pound we'll take the shilling It takes a man to make a killing Action men must sterling be Fight for freedom but not for free (Chorus:) Bark and bite, might is right We're the dogs of war Bark and bite, might is right If the price is right....Dogs of straw So let's go far to the new frontier It's in the blood defending near and dear Action men must sterling be Fight for freedom but not for free (Chorus) A man must do what he must do To prove what life is all about Admit you must admire our guts If only cos they're hanging out (Chorus) Dogs of straw, bark and bite Dogs of straw, might is right Dogs of straw, stab and hate Dogs of straw, split and rape Dogs of straw, gouge and blind Dogs of straw, crunch and grind Dogs of straw, mash and maim Dogs of straw, cash and fame Dogs of straw, cut and kill Dogs of straw, guts for sale |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Guitar And Drum (2003)
Now i'm a little bit older
I'm expected to accept all the things that I can't change I'm supposed to stand aside While the fairness you can't hide is paraded before my face I won't acquiesce take second best I'm never satisfied Cos there's a fire inside won't be denied And i'm still burning see you'll never put the spark out in my soul still burning and injustice builds a bonfire in my core Still burning. If i turn my back on all the honesty you lack Would that make me more mature? By pretending to be blind, and accepting all your lies I'd be giving in for sure I won't acquiesce or take second best I'm never satisfied cos there's a fire inside won't be denied And i'm still burning you'll never put the spark out in my soul Still burning and injustice build a bonfire at my core Still burning We like to think we live in a fair & justice society Yet we can still lock a man away for 19 years Having denied him the use of witness statements That might have cleared his name and we call that justice? Not in my eyes |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
You're looking for something
But what could it be? You look for a hero Well don't look at me You look for solutions But there's none you can find You beleive in something That's only in your mind You're looking around you But hate has made you blind And you've spent the last ten years of you're life In this emergency So please don't just sit there Let's try to break out From all the hatred Suspicion and doubt Try to change you're life That is no life at all Try to break down the imaginary wall And if you couldn't be bothered Well then, my friend, you'll fall And spend all the rest of your life In this emergency |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
You're looking for something
But what could it be? You look for a hero Well don't look at me You look for solutions But there's none you can find You beleive in something That's only in your mind You're looking around you But hate has made you blind And you've spent the last ten years of you're life In this emergency So please don't just sit there Let's try to break out From all the hatred Suspicion and doubt Try to change you're life That is no life at all Try to break down the imaginary wall And if you couldn't be bothered Well then, my friend, you'll fall And spend all the rest of your life In this emergency |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
They say our country's on the rocks and Britain's the greatest
They say the blacks get all the jobs. They say that they are lazy A nice girl won't let you have sex. Enjoys it if you make her The media all twist the facts. I read it in the paper Stands to reason You've heard it said so it has to be the truth Fact or fiction. What's the difference. They say it's so But think again. Repeat mistakes and it's never gonna change And you never get the truth if you never ask yourself, what do they know? They say all cops are bastard thugs. They're all a bunch of racists The Scots are mean. The Irish mugs. At heart all men are rapists Girls today they ask for it. I never touched your mother And youngsters now are all on drugs. Yes, thanks, I'll have another Stands to reason Mark my words. Take a tip from one who knows You will know more when you're older. They say it's so But come again. Question it when you see it doesn't fit And you never get the truth if you never ask yourself So you ask me what's the score Well, I can only say to make up your own mind I'd rather see the whole world die than you or I believe a lie What do I know? We had it hard when I was young. We used to have such great times A man took pride in what he'd done. You should have seen the breadlines To get back to that golden age there must be unemployment But kids today don't want to work. They're just out for enjoyment Stands to reason It won't change 'cause it's always been the same People hating, people fighting. They say it's so Do you believe that? Perhaps you do but it's only up to you And you never get the truth if you never ask yourself What do they know? |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Flags And Emblems [Bonus Track Edition] (1994)
It's time to ask yourself just what you want to be
Just look around tell me exactly what you see No sitting out no chance to settle in your place You're with us now don't be a name without a face (Chorus:) Stand up and shot for what you want to be Stand up and shout what you believe Stand up and shout for those you want to free Stand up for the one and only Get on your feet and raise your fist up for the count What's yours is yours if you will just stand up and shout No looking back you got to play the cards you're dealt Break down the barricades and speak up for yourself (Chorus) Don't you know who speaks up for you You can't rely on no-one else to pull you through So what you're think might be what we want to hear Don't keep it hidden got to shout your message clear No easy answers when the question is self doubt Better wrong than silent gotta let your feelings out |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
It's time to ask yourself just what you want to be
Just look around tell me exactly what you see No sitting out no chance to settle in your place You're with us now don't be a name without a face (Chorus:) Stand up and shot for what you want to be Stand up and shout what you believe Stand up and shout for those you want to free Stand up for the one and only Get on your feet and raise your fist up for the count What's yours is yours if you will just stand up and shout No looking back you got to play the cards you're dealt Break down the barricades and speak up for yourself (Chorus) Don't you know who speaks up for you You can't rely on no-one else to pull you through So what you're think might be what we want to hear Don't keep it hidden got to shout your message clear No easy answers when the question is self doubt Better wrong than silent gotta let your feelings out |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Go For It (1981)
They tell you not to worry
They say they're terribly sorry But that's the way it has to be For the likes of me Just be good and know your station Always look on the bright side Keep your faith and keep your patience Your reward is after you've died So don't be told Don't be consoled Things are so bad You can never make do And there's always someone better off than you They tell you that's your future It's all down to human nature Simply settle for what you got That's destiny and that's your lot All of us cannot come first Yes, what you have is second-best But it might be a good deal worse Third world peasants get even less So don't be told Don't be consoled Things are so bad You can never make do And there's always someone better off than you Do you care that it's not fair? Is this the way we have to live? I know I care And I want an equal share Even if it means I have to give The people who are on top Say that you should keep your chin up And they are keen to show you The unhappy ones below you But I want no more of that stuff That's looking at it upside down And the world has got money enough For us to make it go around Don't be told Don't be consoled Don't be ruled Don't be fooled Because things are so bad you can never make do And there's always someone better off than you |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
They tell you not to worry
They say they're terribly sorry But that's the way it has to be For the likes of me Just be good and know your station Always look on the bright side Keep your faith and keep your patience Your reward is after you've died So don't be told Don't be consoled Things are so bad You can never make do And there's always someone better off than you They tell you that's your future It's all down to human nature Simply settle for what you got That's destiny and that's your lot All of us cannot come first Yes, what you have is second-best But it might be a good deal worse Third world peasants get even less So don't be told Don't be consoled Things are so bad You can never make do And there's always someone better off than you Do you care that it's not fair? Is this the way we have to live? I know I care And I want an equal share Even if it means I have to give The people who are on top Say that you should keep your chin up And they are keen to show you The unhappy ones below you But I want no more of that stuff That's looking at it upside down And the world has got money enough For us to make it go around Don't be told Don't be consoled Don't be ruled Don't be fooled Because things are so bad you can never make do And there's always someone better off than you |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Go For It (1981)
She makes a home and she stays mum
About the things she might have done She keeps her eyes firm on the ground To set her own life Makes up her face and not her mind To be a wife There was a time away back then She might have thought to think again But then through dolls and schoolyard games Like ma before her She learned girls play the family way Don't look for more She's just playing Playing safe Playing houses Safe as houses Here on this street when they were kids He built his dreams with coloured bricks But comes the time for him to prove That he's a man now He gets a wife and he makes his move To three doors down He's playing Playing safe Playing houses Safe as houses For there was no-one there to say It didn't have to be that way You never get the best of you When you do what they expect you to You've heard it all How you're no use You're born to fail So follow suit But if you feel and got a dream Don't dare ignore it 'cause that is what you've got to be You must got for it Don't play it Play it safe A plague on houses Safe as houses |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
She makes a home and she stays mum
About the things she might have done She keeps her eyes firm on the ground To set her own life Makes up her face and not her mind To be a wife There was a time away back then She might have thought to think again But then through dolls and schoolyard games Like ma before her She learned girls play the family way Don't look for more She's just playing Playing safe Playing houses Safe as houses Here on this street when they were kids He built his dreams with coloured bricks But comes the time for him to prove That he's a man now He gets a wife and he makes his move To three doors down He's playing Playing safe Playing houses Safe as houses For there was no-one there to say It didn't have to be that way You never get the best of you When you do what they expect you to You've heard it all How you're no use You're born to fail So follow suit But if you feel and got a dream Don't dare ignore it 'cause that is what you've got to be You must got for it Don't play it Play it safe A plague on houses Safe as houses |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
She makes a home and she stays mum
About the things she might have done She keeps her eyes firm on the ground To set her own life Makes up her face and not her mind To be a wife There was a time away back then She might have thought to think again But then through dolls and schoolyard games Like ma before her She learned girls play the family way Don't look for more She's just playing Playing safe Playing houses Safe as houses Here on this street when they were kids He built his dreams with coloured bricks But comes the time for him to prove That he's a man now He gets a wife and he makes his move To three doors down He's playing Playing safe Playing houses Safe as houses For there was no-one there to say It didn't have to be that way You never get the best of you When you do what they expect you to You've heard it all How you're no use You're born to fail So follow suit But if you feel and got a dream Don't dare ignore it 'cause that is what you've got to be You must got for it Don't play it Play it safe A plague on houses Safe as houses |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
Hey you..............
Sad-eyed people sat in bars Sad-eyed People sat in bars In the corner there's the party with the birthday Its quite happy but its quite sad because no one's there and no one cares Least of all me Sad-eyed people sat in bars Sad-eyed People sat in bars A mother and father consoling a daughter The guy who threw her over, at the weekend, doesn't matter he's as mad as a hatter to pass on a jewel like you Sad-eyed people sat in bars Sad-eyed People sat in bars A husband and wife never of the one-armed bandit Hand it to them, they always almost win and its something to talk about I suppose They're all Sad-eyed people sat in Sad-eyed people sat in Sad-eyed people sat in Sad-eyed people sat in they sat in bars Over there there's a young couple laughing No-one notices or pays them any heed Cos we've got what we need Except for me I'm a Sad eyed boy who sits in sad eyed boy who sits in sad eyed boy who sits in bars |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
(spoken)Okay ? you've asked for this....
So you've got nobody but yourselves to blame On the bank of the river Stood Running Bear Young Indian brave On the other side of the river Stood his lovely Indian maid Little White Dove was her name Such a lovely sight to see But their tribes fought with each other So their love could never be Running Bear loved Little White Dove With a love big as the sky Running Bear loved Little White Dove With a love that couldn't die He couldn't swim the raging river Beause the river was too wide He couldn't reach the Little White Dove Waiting on the other side In the moonlight he could see her Blowing kisses 'cross the waves Her little heart was beating faster Waiting for her Indian brave Running Bear loved Little White Dove With a love big as the sky Running Bear loved Little White Dove With a love that couldn't... Running Bear go in the water And Little White Dove did the same And they swam out to each other Through the swirling stream they came As their hands touched and their lips met The raging river pulled them down Now they'll always be together In that happy hunting ground Running Bear loved Little White Dove With a love big as the sky Running Bear he loved Little White Dove With a love that couldn't die |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
Record boss said we would be a smash
Yeah, go straight to number one He talked of hits and tours and lots of cash And all the time it wasm't on And I beleived every word was true Yeah I swallowed every line I believed every word he said And I didn't find out in time (Chorus) We were betrayed, betrayed, betrayed Betrayed, betrayed by rough trade lies We quit our jobs and got all set to fly Your promises had us riding high But it's a dirty rough tough trade we find "Yeah we agreed, but you hadn't signed Sorry, son, gonna have to throw you Our lawyers say we don't even know you" Music is money, kids are no-account fools You trade in us, we get betrayed by you (Chorus) And you're sitting there in you're London office Snug and warm And you think that you've won but Just remember this is just round one We're gonna do it our way We're gonna make it on our own Because we've found people to trust People who put music first (Chorus) Why can't you tell us the truth? Why did you lie to us? |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
Record boss said we would be a smash
Yeah, go straight to number one He talked of hits and tours and lots of cash And all the time it wasm't on And I beleived every word was true Yeah I swallowed every line I believed every word he said And I didn't find out in time (Chorus) We were betrayed, betrayed, betrayed Betrayed, betrayed by rough trade lies We quit our jobs and got all set to fly Your promises had us riding high But it's a dirty rough tough trade we find "Yeah we agreed, but you hadn't signed Sorry, son, gonna have to throw you Our lawyers say we don't even know you" Music is money, kids are no-account fools You trade in us, we get betrayed by you (Chorus) And you're sitting there in you're London office Snug and warm And you think that you've won but Just remember this is just round one We're gonna do it our way We're gonna make it on our own Because we've found people to trust People who put music first (Chorus) Why can't you tell us the truth? Why did you lie to us? |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Go For It (1981)
Piccadilly Circus in the bed of night
Just passing time beneath the lights Up in town and all alone Got no business so minds his own The hotel room is lonely and cold He might as well go for a stroll Idly looking in a hi-fi shop Footsteps, a chuckle and one hard slap And they didn't even see his face See him flinch or hear him groan They didn't even see his eyes One mean blow and on they ran He put his fingers to his side And felt his flesh was open wide He felt the rent the blow had made For the hand that fell had held a blade And they didn't even see his face See him stumble, hear his cry They didn't even see his eyes Just lashed out in passing by What can it mean? Who can makes some sense of that? Did it mean a thing to them? What can make a mind like that? Though forty stitches helped him over Who can live life over his shoulder? He tried to put it in his past And flew safe home back to Belfast And they didn't see his face See him stagger watch him fall They didn't even see his eyes They never knew him at all Never knew him, tried to kill him Never knew him, tried to kill him |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
Piccadilly Circus in the bed of night
Just passing time beneath the lights Up in town and all alone Got no business so minds his own The hotel room is lonely and cold He might as well go for a stroll Idly looking in a hi-fi shop Footsteps, a chuckle and one hard slap And they didn't even see his face See him flinch or hear him groan They didn't even see his eyes One mean blow and on they ran He put his fingers to his side And felt his flesh was open wide He felt the rent the blow had made For the hand that fell had held a blade And they didn't even see his face See him stumble, hear his cry They didn't even see his eyes Just lashed out in passing by What can it mean? Who can makes some sense of that? Did it mean a thing to them? What can make a mind like that? Though forty stitches helped him over Who can live life over his shoulder? He tried to put it in his past And flew safe home back to Belfast And they didn't see his face See him stagger watch him fall They didn't even see his eyes They never knew him at all Never knew him, tried to kill him Never knew him, tried to kill him |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
Piccadilly Circus in the bed of night
Just passing time beneath the lights Up in town and all alone Got no business so minds his own The hotel room is lonely and cold He might as well go for a stroll Idly looking in a hi-fi shop Footsteps, a chuckle and one hard slap And they didn't even see his face See him flinch or hear him groan They didn't even see his eyes One mean blow and on they ran He put his fingers to his side And felt his flesh was open wide He felt the rent the blow had made For the hand that fell had held a blade And they didn't even see his face See him stumble, hear his cry They didn't even see his eyes Just lashed out in passing by What can it mean? Who can makes some sense of that? Did it mean a thing to them? What can make a mind like that? Though forty stitches helped him over Who can live life over his shoulder? He tried to put it in his past And flew safe home back to Belfast And they didn't see his face See him stagger watch him fall They didn't even see his eyes They never knew him at all Never knew him, tried to kill him Never knew him, tried to kill him |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
Piccadilly Circus in the bed of night
Just passing time beneath the lights Up in town and all alone Got no business so minds his own The hotel room is lonely and cold He might as well go for a stroll Idly looking in a hi-fi shop Footsteps, a chuckle and one hard slap And they didn't even see his face See him flinch or hear him groan They didn't even see his eyes One mean blow and on they ran He put his fingers to his side And felt his flesh was open wide He felt the rent the blow had made For the hand that fell had held a blade And they didn't even see his face See him stumble, hear his cry They didn't even see his eyes Just lashed out in passing by What can it mean? Who can makes some sense of that? Did it mean a thing to them? What can make a mind like that? Though forty stitches helped him over Who can live life over his shoulder? He tried to put it in his past And flew safe home back to Belfast And they didn't see his face See him stagger watch him fall They didn't even see his eyes They never knew him at all Never knew him, tried to kill him Never knew him, tried to kill him |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
I think it's time we talked this over
I think you've taken this too far I never wanted to be different Didn't ask to be nobody's star Try and take control of it Cos what you see is what you get Try and take control of it And not me You say there's talk of revolution - so what's new? You say there's fighting in the air You think that I've got the solutions But do you really think that's fair? Try and take control of it Cos what you see is what you get Try and take control of it And not me Don't wanna be nobody's hero Don't wanna be nobody's star Don't wanna be nobody's hero Get up get out be what you are You think it's time you took me over To do what you can't do yourself But don't let heroes get your kicks for you It's up to you and no-one else Try and take control of it Cos what you see is what you get Try and take control of it And you'll see Don't wanna be nobody's hero Don't wanna be nobody's star Don't wanna be nobody's hero Get up get out be what you are You think you're nobody And I get all the fun But no-one is a nobody Everyone is someone Don't wanna be nobody's hero Don't wanna be nobody's star Don't wanna be nobody's hero Get up get out be what you are Be what you are... |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Flags And Emblems [Bonus Track Edition] (1994)
Here's your mask 'nd here's your glove, it's all an arcade game
We call it 'Virtual Reality' so nothing's what it seems Although we may want you to kill just do it now for fun You play on the computer screen while these men load your gun Men who only think of fortune no matter the price Men who kill for sand and petrol never thinking twice (Chorus:) So let the young men fight, die in battle for the glory And we know it's right so shoot son never worry That your mother cries, she can't see the reason Your battle cry is 'No surrender here at all' Here's your mask and here's your gun it's no longer a game This is absolute reality though it's not what it seems We told you we need you to fight for freedom and for right But what we want is our man restored, to hell with what he's like Our man sells us oil and petrol at a price that's fair Our man kills collaborators in the Public Square (Chorus) I believe in hopes and dreams, I believe in life I don't believe in hate and greed, tyranny or spite Might is right my will be done I pull the trigger you fire the gun No surrender |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
Here's your mask 'nd here's your glove, it's all an arcade game
We call it 'Virtual Reality' so nothing's what it seems Although we may want you to kill just do it now for fun You play on the computer screen while these men load your gun Men who only think of fortune no matter the price Men who kill for sand and petrol never thinking twice (Chorus:) So let the young men fight, die in battle for the glory And we know it's right so shoot son never worry That your mother cries, she can't see the reason Your battle cry is 'No surrender here at all' Here's your mask and here's your gun it's no longer a game This is absolute reality though it's not what it seems We told you we need you to fight for freedom and for right But what we want is our man restored, to hell with what he's like Our man sells us oil and petrol at a price that's fair Our man kills collaborators in the Public Square (Chorus) I believe in hopes and dreams, I believe in life I don't believe in hate and greed, tyranny or spite Might is right my will be done I pull the trigger you fire the gun No surrender |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
They never ask us if we want a war
Who do they think they are talkin' for Cos we never get no say They have to have it all their way (Chorus) Oh, we want no more of that You can't push us under the mat Oh we want no more of that The man who pulls the trigger's not to blame He's only playing their deadly game And he knows he just can't win Or someone else will pull the trigger on him |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
They never ask us if we want a war
Who do they think they are talkin' for Cos we never get no say They have to have it all their way (Chorus) Oh, we want no more of that You can't push us under the mat Oh we want no more of that The man who pulls the trigger's not to blame He's only playing their deadly game And he knows he just can't win Or someone else will pull the trigger on him |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
(Jake Burns)
You once were my friend You once cared for the human race Now I see avarice written across your face I tried to help you But you only pushed me away I tried to listen Then I heard you say: Chorus: |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
Why do you talk that way?
It's not what you used to say Can't you see things my way? I feel so strange I'm still the friend you knew Surely you know it's true? Why can't I get it through That there's no change One day things were oh so right But all that changed overnight And now it seems that all we do is fight Why should things be different now? I try to talk but you just row It seem that's how you want it anyhow Why can't you just see It's you who's changed not me? Those thought are in your head They're not real But you still talk that way That's all you'll ever say You'll never see things my way I feel so strange I'm still the friend you knew Tho' you can't see it's true Why don't you get it through That there's no change |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - No Body's Heroe (2001)
Why do you talk that way?
It's not what you used to say Can't you see things my way? I feel so strange I'm still the friend you knew Surely you know it's true? Why can't I get it through That there's no change One day things were oh so right But all that changed overnight And now it seems that all we do is fight Why should things be different now? I try to talk but you just row It seem that's how you want it anyhow Why can't you just see It's you who's changed not me? Those thought are in your head They're not real But you still talk that way That's all you'll ever say You'll never see things my way I feel so strange I'm still the friend you knew Tho' you can't see it's true Why don't you get it through That there's no change |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
Well, I find it hard to concentrate
While you sit there and contemplate Why success is such an aphrodisiac Cos when push comes down to shove And you start to talk of love I don't know why I don't get up And give your face a smack When I think of all the lies I've told It's a wonder I can stand myself Chorus: It's just my ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again My ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again Though you leave no room for guessing I guess I ain't learnt my lesson Cos it's getting to the point Where there's no turning back I don't need this anymore And I should just walk out the door If I stay here any longer Then I'm bound to crack When I think of all the lies I've told It's a wonder I can stand myself Chorus I didn't dream my being here would hurt you I didn't mean to hurt no-one I didn't think But then I never do So now I find I hate you And I find I just berate you Cos you played along With all the things I asked you to So please now don't come near Cos I've had it up to here And I thought I'd made it clear That I feel such a fool When I think of all the lies you told It's a wonder you can stand yourself Chorus: It's my ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again My ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again My ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again My ever changing moral stance is up for grabs again |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
Living on Government hand-outs
Water in the milk from a hole in the roof Where the rain comes through What can you do? You can't move You got tears from your little sister Crying 'cause she don't have a dress without a patch in For the party to go Aw, but you know she'll get by 'cause she's .... [Chorus:] Living in the love of the common people Smiles through the heart of the family man Poppa's gonna buy her a dream to cling to Momma's gonna love her just as much as she can And she can It's a good thing you don't have bus fares They would fall through a hole in your pocketand you'd lose them In the snow on the ground You gotta walk into town to find a job Trying to keep yourself warm But the hole in your shoe lets the snow come through And chills you to the bone So now you better go home where it's warm and you can [Chorus] Living on dreams ain't easy |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
Living on Government hand-outs
Water in the milk from a hole in the roof Where the rain comes through What can you do? You can't move You got tears from your little sister Crying 'cause she don't have a dress without a patch in For the party to go Aw, but you know she'll get by 'cause she's .... [Chorus:] Living in the love of the common people Smiles through the heart of the family man Poppa's gonna buy her a dream to cling to Momma's gonna love her just as much as she can And she can It's a good thing you don't have bus fares They would fall through a hole in your pocketand you'd lose them In the snow on the ground You gotta walk into town to find a job Trying to keep yourself warm But the hole in your shoe lets the snow come through And chills you to the bone So now you better go home where it's warm and you can [Chorus] Living on dreams ain't easy |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
Living on Government hand-outs
Water in the milk from a hole in the roof Where the rain comes through What can you do? You can't move You got tears from your little sister Crying 'cause she don't have a dress without a patch in For the party to go Aw, but you know she'll get by 'cause she's .... [Chorus:] Living in the love of the common people Smiles through the heart of the family man Poppa's gonna buy her a dream to cling to Momma's gonna love her just as much as she can And she can It's a good thing you don't have bus fares They would fall through a hole in your pocketand you'd lose them In the snow on the ground You gotta walk into town to find a job Trying to keep yourself warm But the hole in your shoe lets the snow come through And chills you to the bone So now you better go home where it's warm and you can [Chorus] Living on dreams ain't easy |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
It seems so easy in the light of day
And when we're there it always feels OK But then again I'm so alone when I am by myself And can I ever count on someone else? And then you say [Chorus] Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Why don't you listen to your heart Listen to your heart This kind of thing keeps me awake at night It gets so I can't sleep without the light And then again I wonder what I'm really wondering for Cause where we'd be I never felt so sure And so you say [Chorus] Oh, it's not as bad as it seems Oh, it's not as crazy as my dreams As my dreams Alright I know that I can make it through I have no doubts here as I talk to you But then again [Chorus twice] You gotta understand |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
It seems so easy in the light of day
And when we're there it always feels OK But then again I'm so alone when I am by myself And can I ever count on someone else? And then you say [Chorus] Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Why don't you listen to your heart Listen to your heart This kind of thing keeps me awake at night It gets so I can't sleep without the light And then again I wonder what I'm really wondering for Cause where we'd be I never felt so sure And so you say [Chorus] Oh, it's not as bad as it seems Oh, it's not as crazy as my dreams As my dreams Alright I know that I can make it through I have no doubts here as I talk to you But then again [Chorus twice] You gotta understand |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
Everybody's down in the centre of town
Doing nothing wrong we're only hanging around They put you up against the wall Make loud mouth jokes just to make you feel small Laugh at your appearance and the clothes you wear Call that justice just isn't fair (Chorus) Talking bout their law and order They don't do what they ought to Law and order There's no justice in it None I had a friend who was lifted by the law Lifted and shifted and dumped on the floor They treated him like shit Kicked him in the head and then laughed when he bled Spat in his face and pulled his hair Call that justice just isn't fair (Chorus) I'm not trying to say we're always right No-one's saying it's black and white All I'm saying is we don't agree I don't think like you don't think like me I hope you never do And that's the way they try and run this land How they hold you down and keep you in hand You're just a pawn in their game Just another number you ain't got a name Just a little punk y'know they don't care Call that justice just isn't fair (Chorus) |
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