Ah left to fight
Boy like him don't shine so bright
Soon as I see the dust settle
He's out of the town trying to find trouble
When there's no one left to fight
The boy like him don't shine so bright
Soon as I see the dust settle
He's out of the town trying to find trouble
Little **
Sick of thieves and wannabes and whiskey
Jam jam jam
Give me the cake
And when there's no one left to find
Boys like him don't shine so bright
Soon as I see the dust settle
Be down on the town trying to find trouble
When there's no one left to find
Boys like him don't shine so bright
Soon as I see the dust settle
Be down on the town trying to find trouble
And some witch long white frig
Cheap to get pissed
Can you wear a wimme of **
You definitely deal with it
Tell 'em all to shut their mouths
And sew their momma's **
But she ain't a chiller though
Three fingers down sing this proud
Running with believers no time for fever
And I haven't got time for you either
With your sticks and stones
I take them home on my own
Running with believers no time for fever
And I haven't got time for you either
With your sticks and stones
Sticks and stones
I take them home on my own
The fire
I'm flying tonight
Baby you know baby baby she had
But I'm running with believers
No time for fever
And I haven't got time for you either
With your sticks and stones
Sticks and stones
I take them home on my own
Running with believers
No time for fever
And I haven't got time for you either
With your sticks and stones
Sticks and stones
I take them home on my own
You're all sheets and cattle
It's impossible to hate you
If you hate rain on our parade
When there's no one left to find
Boys like us don't shine so bright
Soon as I see the dust stumble
Let's go out and find some trouble
Running with believers
No time for fever
And I haven't got time for you either
With your sticks and stones
Sticks and stones
I take them home on my own
Running with believers
No time for fever
And I haven't got time for you either
With your sticks and stones
Sticks and stones
I take them home on my own
Running with believers
No time for fever
And I haven't got time for you either
With your sticks and stones
I take them home on my own
Running with believers
No time for fever
And I haven't got time for you either
With your sticks and stones
I take them home on my own
Party Tyme
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