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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
It was nothing like that in my day .... Here in my town
We didn't get things all our way. Till we were full-grown Now they go into pubs. And you're gonna get mugged In my town So you read about it every day .... In the headlines How they take and take and drive away. Sex and late nights And it's gotta be wrong. Because they're so young They're only bits of kids. They're only bits of kids It's always bits of kids today She makes the breakfast, one of eight .... All in one room Each uncle's call keeps them up late. Yes, in this town And he won't go home 'cause he'll just be alone till night time They're only bits of kids. They're only bits of kids It's always bits of kids today Broken cities, 'n' broken homes. Bits of kids who don't grow whole Broken cities, 'n' broken hearts. Bits of people who fall apart And it seems there's nothing anyway .... Not here in this town Everything is only yesterday. And on the way down And we're gonna be wrong. So we gotta be strong In our town We're bits of kids. We're only bits of kids It's only bits of kids today Bits of kids. We're always .... Here in my town |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
Someone's falling down tonight
While facing front you stand and scream for more The room jumps hot and chucked aside The empty cans teeter across the floor But at the edge the girl who shows in every crowd And never seems to have enough Is tossed by waves of sound and up on music loud When all at once it gets too much Someone's falling down Someone's falling down Because she can't stand no more Someone's falling down She says her mother kicked her out She's got no name and no home to telephone She's hitching rides and sleeping out But she's OK with nowhere else to go So what else can you do but simply pick her up And watch her simply walk away Does no-one care enough you know it's not enough To put her on her feet again Someone's falling down Someone's falling down Is it me or you or who? Someone's falling down |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
you're good for nothing
so watch your p's and q's best keep your nose clean and play it by our rules mind your way and don't make waves and you'll get used to knowing you're no use you're good for nothing you only waste your time be a good neighbour and get back there in line throw no stones and break no bones and watch while we pass by on the other side good for nothing you're good for nothing and so you're gonna get nothing for good you're good for nothing no matter what you do you'll never make it to get what you want to just give your best and then take less there's always someone to get the better of you suffer in silence now or else go work for others not yourself don't make no noise don't make no fuss cause then you're the others you're working for are us how long? how long? how long will you wait for? how long will you wait for good? |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Now Then (2004)
Yes, I know you did your bit back then. But what was it you won?
Take a good look round you now. Whose side were you on? And I wonder if you understand at all. And I wonder if you ever ask yourself When everyone has an equal chance to live the life they buy When free health care can save your life. But queue until you die Then I wonder if you understand at all. And I wonder if you ever ask yourself Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for When still the muscles make the man. And men make women pay When Britain's flag is a badge of hate. And just the fair can play When still the homeless, jobless cry. When money shouts and lies And buys off just enough to vote. Pass by the other side Then I wonder if you understand at all. And I wonder if you never ask yourself Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for At the going down of the sun And in the light of day All you need remember is We won't be taken like your generation again Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Guitar And Drum (2003)
You gotta show me gotta make see
You gotta give me one good reason And just because they don't agree It doesn't make them guilty of treason You say we've got to fight fire with fire We can never let them win We got to build ourselves a funeral pyre It's just the world that we're living in You know everything changes There can be no turning back We're pointing guns in the faces of strangers I hear the shout attack attack attack It's a fine, fine deviding line Between the truth and the lies sometimes I don't know what you hope to find I only know you got to be true to yourself And no you're out there on the fields of glory Fighting for my freedom I know it sounds like the same old story But you've got to stand up for what you believe in You know everything changes There can be no turning back We're pointing guns in the faces of strangers I hear the shout attack attack attack It's a fine, fine deviding line Between the truth and the lies sometimes I don't know what you hope to find I only know you got to be true to yourself Sometimes it's hard what's right and what's wrong Sometimes I feel like I don't even belong |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Guitar And Drum (2003)
I can't believe you can look me in the eye while dying
Are you for real with your little intrigues then denying All your words we've already heard Thought I'm not surprised you can't cut your ties with me Here we are (right behind you cause you're on our side) Here we are (we bought the ticket, take us for a ride) cause we all expect the truth We must be the best of fools You shake my hand and I count my fingers as you're leaving A popular man with the people that you keep deceiving Smoke and mirrors and that confidence Help with the illusion and the dream Here we are (right behind you cause you're on our side) Here we are (we bought the ticket, take us for a ride) cause we all expect the truth We must be the best of fools And so it goes make the snake oil we're still buying God only knows if the effort's worth it, you're still trying Hard to tell if you can pull it off but you're still in charge and we're still on the team Here we are (right behind you cause you're on our side) Here we are (we bought the ticket, take us for a ride) cause we all expect the truth We must be the best of fools Here we are (right behind you cause you're on our side) Here we are (we bought the ticket, take us for a ride) cause we all expect the truth We must be the best of fools |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Guitar And Drum (2003)
You had us almost believing we were good enough for no one, no how
You had us take it or leave it, it's the best deal you're gonna get right now son a little dig here, a little word did you really think that you could control us? Maybe we didn't make it clear, you can have your opinions but you don't own us If I ever see your face again it will be far too soon to say the things I want to say to you. You took us for this you took us for that You took us for granted you can't get away with that If there comes a time when you have to decide whether to trust in someone new they have to have faith, they have to be true, they have to believe in what you do If I ever see your face again it will be far too soon to say the things I want to say to you. You took us for this, you took us for that You took us for granted, you can't get away with that Maybe you're thinking i'm an angry man but you were building us up so we would knock each other down and you won't get away with it......no way If I ever see your face again it will be far too soon to say the things I want to say to you. You took us for this, you took us for that You took us for granted, you can't get away with that I |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Guitar And Drum (2003)
When I went out last night
I saw a dead man walking And he smiled at me As he went on his way And then he sang a song full of loss and longing Thats could break your day or make your day Why did this man seem so alone When he was standing In a crowd of laughing people laughing? When I went out last night I saw a dead man walking And he smiled at me As he went on his way |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Guitar And Drum (2003)
I talk to God sometimes, but nobody's listening
I talk to God sometimes, but nobody's there What's done is done, no salvation for me I talk to God sometime but nobody's there you see it's an Empty sky, empty sky with dying stars & satellites In the end i know there's nothin' else In the end I know I'm talking to myself What's done is done I will not be deceived What's done is done & I know all that I can see is an Empty sky, empty sky with dying stars & satellites I talk to God sometimes but God knows why I talk to God sometimes but i get no reply I will not die it's the world that will end & once I'm gone I will not be back again Empty sky, empty sky with dying stars & satellites |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Guitar And Drum (2003)
I waited but you never came
So everything stayed the same Coulda been great I waited I was still inspired but obviously out of tune I must be dumb as shit to think,we could blow Away these blues I waited, I waited, I waited but you...never came I waited, I kept the faith, I was patient in my own way Thought you would come, thought you would stay I waited but you never never never I was still inspired but obviously out of tune I must be dumb as shit to think,we could blow Away these blues I waited, I waited, I waited but you...never came I waited, I kept the faith, I was patient in my own way Thought you would come, thought you would stay It coulda been good it coulda been great I was hitting the best but obviously out of time I never though that I would be left behind I'd be left behind I waited, I waited, I waited but you...never came I waited but you never came So everything stayed the same Coulda been great I waited I waited, I waited, I waited but you...never came |
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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 - 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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There's nothin' for us in Belfast
The Pound's old and that's a pity OK, there's the Trident in Bangor And then you walk back to the city We ain't got nothin' but they don't really care They don't even know you know They just want money And we can take it or leave it What we need is (Chorus:) An Alternative Ulster Grab it and change it it's yours Get an Alternative Ulster Ignore the bores and their laws Get an Alternative Ulster Be an anti-security force Alter your native Ulster Alter your native land Take a look where you're livin' You got the Army on the street And the RUC dog of repression Is barking at your feet Is this the kind of place you wanna live? Is this where you wanna be? Is this the only life we're gonna have? What we need is (Chorus) They say they're a part of you And that's not true you know They say they've got control of you And that's a lie you know They say you will never be Free free free Get an Alternative Ulster, Alternative Ulster, Alternative Ulster |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
I met you in No Man's Land
Across the wire we were holding hands Hearts a-bubble in the rubble It was love at bomb site All you give me is barbed wire love All caught up in barbed wire love Tangled up in barbed wire love Throw my leg over barbed wire love Barbed wire love snags my jeans Barbed wire love... When I fell it was awful nice Caught when not suspecting vice The night was rife with wasteland life You set my arm alight All you give me is barbed wire love All caught up in barbed wire love Tangled up in barbed wire love Throw my leg over barbed wire love Barbed wire love snags my jeans Barbed wire love... Blasted by your booby traps I felt the blow in both knee-caps Your eyes did shine Your lips were fine And the device in your pants was out of site All you give me is barbed wire love All caught up in barbed wire love Tangled up in barbed wire love Throw my leg over barbed wire love Barbed wire love snags my jeans Barbed wire love... |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
Ain't got no money but I don't give a damn
Cos when I got it I spend it as fast as I can Ain't got no worries at least none I can see Got to make a fast connection then I'll be free (Chorus) Break out and leave this life behind Break out and see what I can find Might lose I'm going to try my luck Might win don't really give a fuck I've gotta try cos I've gotta know If I'm a winner and the star of the show Can't stand routine for another day Rules and regulations getting in my way (Chorus) Won't let anyone put me down I ain't gonna be nobody's clown Won't be taken in by their promises I'm gonna try on my terms this time So if I can do it you can do it too Why don't you try it you've got nothing too lose A boring job living from day to day Do something different try to break away |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
Punctuality's a waste of time
Now nostalgia is past its prime History's a thing of the past Being first will never last (Chorus) Beep beep I'm an answering machine I mean to say I say what I mean Beep beep I've got very strong views Plug in any loop tape you choose My one single fault is modesty I'm changing my views consistently Amnesia's a thing I try to forget Who can't kick gambling? Want to bet? (Chorus) The case for racism is black and white If you want world piece you've got to fight Must do what you're told to be free Think what you like - if agree with me (Chorus) Speak whenever you hear this tone Speak whenever you hear this tone |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (2001)
Friday night's here
What's the scene? Nothing to do Y'know what I mean? Nothing on the telly There is no late-night show No shows in town There is no place to go Here we are nowhere Nowhere left to go Is it a crime To be young Cos every time We have some fun They put us down And tell us that we're wrong Every time they sing the same old song Here we are nowhere Maybe that's where we belong You know it's not But what do we do Don't look at me now I'm looking at you And sitting there Won't change a thing Must we only wait and see What the future will bring |
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Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died From a stray bullet Woman hold her head and cry Accompanying her was a passerby Who saw the woman cry Wondering can she work it out Now she knows that the wages of sin is death The gift of God is life Oh, oh, oh, oh Johnny was a good man oh yeah Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Just because of the system Woman hold her head and cry Comforting her I was passing by And I saw the woman cry She cried, oh, oh, oh, oh Johnny was a good man Never did a thing wrong Take it down Johnny went out on a Saturday night Never hurt anybody never started no bar room fight Johnny never did nobody no wrong Never hurt anybody never hurt anybody Johnny was a good man Johnny, Johnny, Johnny... Johnny was a good man [Repeat] In a top floor flat in the middle of the night There's a man with rifle and Johnny in his sight, I said oh no, we can't let that kind of thing happen here no more Oh no Johnny, Johnny, Johnny... A single shot rings out in a Belfast night and I said oh Johnny was a good man Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bears Johnny [Repeat] |
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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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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - No Body's Heroe (2001)
Back when I was younger they were talking at me
Never listened to a word I said Always yap yap yapping and complaining at me Made me think I'd be better of dead I don't want to talk about it I don't want to hear no lip Take your share don't shout about it That's your lot remember you're a kid They would always teach me that to swear was a sin Always speak your mind but not aloud Think of something that you want to do with your life Nothing that you like that's not allowed I've no time to talk about it All your stupid hopes and dreams Get your feet back on the ground son It's exams that count not football teams (Chorus:) And I'm running at the edge of their world They're criticising something they just can't understand Living on the edge of their town And I won't be shot down Taught me to defend myself and to be a man How to kick someone and run away Gave me everything that any young man could need But don't understand why I won't stay Here's your room and here's your records Here's your home and here you'll stay Here's somewhere I don't believe in Wish someone would take it all away (Chorus) |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - No Body's Heroe (2001)
Take a look around you all is dead
A good look around makes me see red What have they done to us? Taken all our fun from us We might as well just stay all day in bed Of course we're right You know we're right It's worse than Monday Yes of course we're right You know we're right Change from Monday Yes of course we're right And you know we're right There's nothing to do on bloody Sunday The truth of it all it's only face A sadness to keep you in your place Don't do this take no drink Don't do that don't even think But seven days a week Let's pick over the traces Of course we're right You know we're right It's worse than Monday Yes of course we're right You know we're right Change on Monday Yes of course we're right And you know we're right There's nothing to do on bloody Sunday They say a day of rest Ought to be Sunday best But they do what they can To make it Sunday worst The week is weak enough Even without a non-day first Bloody Sunday |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - No Body's Heroe (2001)
Just because you're nobody
It doesn't mean that you're no good Just because there's a reason It doesn't mean it's understood (Chorus:) It doesn't make it alright It doesn't make it alright It's the worst excuse in the world And it doesn't make it alright Some people think they're really clever To smash your head against a wall Then they say 'You got it my way' They really think they know it all Chorus Just because you're a black boy Just because you're a white Doesn't mean you've got to hate him Doesn't mean you've got to fight Chorus It doesn't make it all It doesn't make it all It doesn't make it all right |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - No Body's Heroe (2001)
Gimme a country that's red white and blue
Gimme the British way honest and true Gimme the chance to be one of the few Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme Gimme a nation where people are free Free to do and free to be Free to screw you before you screw me Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme (Chorus:) Cos, I'm all right, I'm all right Union Jack, fly the flag Gimme a Britain that's got back the Great a race of winners not cramped by the State And only the helpless get left at the gate Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme (Chorus) |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - No Body's Heroe (2001)
Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway
You know there ain't no street like home To make you feel so all alone Plenty of folk to tell you what to do But they don't speak the same language as you (Chorus:) They wanna have me here Have me and hold me near Hold me down fasten and tie But the cars are all flashing me Bright lights are passing me I feel life passing me by The fuss is buzzing in my head My father argued and my mother begged It's not their words ain't tugging at me But gotta stretch them break them get myself free (Chorus) Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway I'm leaving home |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - No Body's Heroe (2001)
If I thought you could find a way
I'd tell you to go get lost But why ask you to pay attention When you brain can't stand the cost? Look at you and the state you're in Next to you even a brick is thin (Chorus:) You oughta scratch from the human race You are a waste of a name A waste of time and a waste of space You've only one claim to fame I don't like you If a thought came in your head It'd die of loneliness You rate absolute zero No more and not even less Look at you, oh what a state Next to you short planks are underweight (Chorus) Annoyed annoyed, no I'm not paranoid Cos that would mean I'd have to care And I couldn't be annoyed You don't entertain ideas You simply bore them You couldn't find your feet If you were looking for them Looking at you is hard for me Next to you is nowhere to be (Chorus) |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Hanx (2001)
There's nothin' for us in Belfast
The Pound's old and that's a pity OK, there's the Trident in Bangor And then you walk back to the city We ain't got nothin' but they don't really care They don't even know you know They just want money And we can take it or leave it What we need is (Chorus:) An Alternative Ulster Grab it and change it it's yours Get an Alternative Ulster Ignore the bores and their laws Get an Alternative Ulster Be an anti-security force Alter your native Ulster Alter your native land Take a look where you're livin' You got the Army on the street And the RUC dog of repression Is barking at your feet Is this the kind of place you wanna live? Is this where you wanna be? Is this the only life we're gonna have? What we need is (Chorus) They say they're a part of you And that's not true you know They say they've got control of you And that's a lie you know They say you will never be Free free free Get an Alternative Ulster, Alternative Ulster, Alternative Ulster |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
Back when I was younger they were talking at me
Never listened to a word I said Always yap yap yapping and complaining at me Made me think I'd be better of dead I don't want to talk about it I don't want to hear no lip Take your share don't shout about it That's your lot remember you're a kid They would always teach me that to swear was a sin Always speak your mind but not aloud Think of something that you want to do with your life Nothing that you like that's not allowed I've no time to talk about it All your stupid hopes and dreams Get your feet back on the ground son It's exams that count not football teams (Chorus:) And I'm running at the edge of their world They're criticising something they just can't understand Living on the edge of their town And I won't be shot down Taught me to defend myself and to be a man How to kick someone and run away Gave me everything that any young man could need But don't understand why I won't stay Here's your room and here's your records Here's your home and here you'll stay Here's somewhere I don't believe in Wish someone would take it all away (Chorus) |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
I met you in No Man's Land
Across the wire we were holding hands Hearts a-bubble in the rubble It was love at bomb site All you give me is barbed wire love All caught up in barbed wire love Tangled up in barbed wire love Throw my leg over barbed wire love Barbed wire love snags my jeans Barbed wire love... When I fell it was awful nice Caught when not suspecting vice The night was rife with wasteland life You set my arm alight All you give me is barbed wire love All caught up in barbed wire love Tangled up in barbed wire love Throw my leg over barbed wire love Barbed wire love snags my jeans Barbed wire love... Blasted by your booby traps I felt the blow in both knee-caps Your eyes did shine Your lips were fine And the device in your pants was out of site All you give me is barbed wire love All caught up in barbed wire love Tangled up in barbed wire love Throw my leg over barbed wire love Barbed wire love snags my jeans Barbed wire love... |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
Gimme a country that's red white and blue
Gimme the British way honest and true Gimme the chance to be one of the few Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme Gimme a nation where people are free Free to do and free to be Free to screw you before you screw me Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme (Chorus:) Cos, I'm all right, I'm all right Union Jack, fly the flag Gimme a Britain that's got back the Great a race of winners not cramped by the State And only the helpless get left at the gate Gimme gimme gimme gimme gimme (Chorus) |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway
You know there ain't no street like home To make you feel so all alone Plenty of folk to tell you what to do But they don't speak the same language as you (Chorus:) They wanna have me here Have me and hold me near Hold me down fasten and tie But the cars are all flashing me Bright lights are passing me I feel life passing me by The fuss is buzzing in my head My father argued and my mother begged It's not their words ain't tugging at me But gotta stretch them break them get myself free (Chorus) Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway I'm leaving home |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Hanx (2001)
Woman hold her head and cry
Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died From a stray bullet Woman hold her head and cry Accompanying her was a passerby Who saw the woman cry Wondering can she work it out Now she knows that the wages of sin is death The gift of God is life Oh, oh, oh, oh Johnny was a good man oh yeah Woman hold her head and cry Cause her son had been shot down in the street and died Just because of the system Woman hold her head and cry Comforting her I was passing by And I saw the woman cry She cried, oh, oh, oh, oh Johnny was a good man Never did a thing wrong Take it down Johnny went out on a Saturday night Never hurt anybody never started no bar room fight Johnny never did nobody no wrong Never hurt anybody never hurt anybody Johnny was a good man Johnny, Johnny, Johnny... Johnny was a good man [Repeat] In a top floor flat in the middle of the night There's a man with rifle and Johnny in his sight, I said oh no, we can't let that kind of thing happen here no more Oh no Johnny, Johnny, Johnny... A single shot rings out in a Belfast night and I said oh Johnny was a good man Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bears Johnny [Repeat] |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Back Against The Wall (2001)
Stop and go on an empty crossing
The lights keep changing to only their hum And standing in line along the kerb The bin bags wait till the morning comes You hear yourself walk echo lonely See shadows move in every door Are you sure that's your own footsteps behind? Is there really nothing to turn round for? (Chorus:) And you feel that you're always gonna walk The city streets all on your own The night is dark as a car crawls by And the road goes on and on They don't even care about you They never even think about you Cos they're gonna do without you and you're gone Just another big city night Over your shoulder, round every corner Remember what's happened to people you've known Watch for yourself, cos no-one else will You're gonna get it if you're alone Suddenly a stab from a knife out of nowhere Jumped from behind like they always do It only makes one line in the paper you read Somebody got it, but it was you (Chorus) Just another big city night Who's it gonna be tonight? |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
Ain't got no money but I don't give a damn
Cos when I got it I spend it as fast as I can Ain't got no worries at least none I can see Got to make a fast connection then I'll be free (Chorus) Break out and leave this life behind Break out and see what I can find Might lose I'm going to try my luck Might win don't really give a fuck I've gotta try cos I've gotta know If I'm a winner and the star of the show Can't stand routine for another day Rules and regulations getting in my way (Chorus) Won't let anyone put me down I ain't gonna be nobody's clown Won't be taken in by their promises I'm gonna try on my terms this time So if I can do it you can do it too Why don't you try it you've got nothing too lose A boring job living from day to day Do something different try to break away |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
Walk the streets at midnight
As the rain pours down and freezes on the ground Lean against a street light Try to work out where it all went wrong I can see you in my mind's eye I have no choice I can hear you in the wild wind I hear your voice Your voice Can't believe it's over I can't believe that I walked out the door A misplaced sense of honour Led me to believe I knew the score I can see you in reflections You're there all the time And if only you would let me I'd change my mind Chorus: In the dead of night (I would be there for you) I'd be on your side (My help would see you through) Trust in me don't cry (There now you'll be all right) In the dead of night It happened all so quickly One day we were there and now we are gone I wish that you'd forgive me Now I know that I'm the one who's wrong Can't believe I'm so stupid I would not see That you never gave up trying Or loving me (Chorus) And I couldn't blame you now If you didn't want me back No I couldn't blame you now Walk the streets at midnight As the rain pours down and mixes with my tears And I know I've no right To try to see you after all these years But you're always with me I have no choice And I know I'll remember And I'll hear your voice (Chorus) |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
(Burns/McCallum)
Gill and Galloway were working late On a summers night in '58 In a small town Alabama hideaway In the U.S.A. The two cops were knocking on the door Of a young black boy It was a quarter to four They said: "Hey nigger! Hit the floor. You're about to be history." Pop Bickham was the young black man He couldn't work it out, he didn't understand But when they come with their guns you do what you can So he picked up his rifle and he shot them down They said he killed them in cold blood And the jury they agreed They said: "you'll be sorry for what you've done" And the whole town they agreed Chorus: |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
Look at every man you meet
It can be him on every street The woman's waiting for the next attack Bold black headlines made in dark Show how the man can make his mark The woman learned it from her dad How he can be like Jack the lad Hits and misses I do you will Love and kisses Yours in hell Look at him in every face The woman sees and takes her place He rips at her heart till death them part Everywhere she sees his power Sees how Michael Caine takes a shower Sees herself in houseproud ads Gatefold Miss World Page Three Miss X Hits and misses I do you will Love and kisses Yours in hell I'm not talking about a psycho-killer Sonny, it's not one of those It could be you It could be me It's someone we all know See him walk down any street The woman fears and hears his feet If his team lost then she gets beat Neighbours shrug, go back to chatter Just a man who's on the batter Then he gets his legal way On just another Saturday Hits and misses I do you will Love and kisses Yours in hell |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
(Jake Burns)
So you're living on a false reputation You're a big man in this town And it seems by your own estimation That you're a character of renown But it's all deceptive Your facade's defective Yet it's what's expected When you're really just the same as all of us Chorus |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
If I thought you could find a way
I'd tell you to go get lost But why ask you to pay attention When you brain can't stand the cost? Look at you and the state you're in Next to you even a brick is thin (Chorus:) You oughta scratch from the human race You are a waste of a name A waste of time and a waste of space You've only one claim to fame I don't like you If a thought came in your head It'd die of loneliness You rate absolute zero No more and not even less Look at you, oh what a state Next to you short planks are underweight (Chorus) Annoyed annoyed, no I'm not paranoid Cos that would mean I'd have to care And I couldn't be annoyed You don't entertain ideas You simply bore them You couldn't find your feet If you were looking for them Looking at you is hard for me Next to you is nowhere to be (Chorus) |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Back Against The Wall (2001)
Yes, I know you did your bit back then. But what was it you won?
Take a good look round you now. Whose side were you on? And I wonder if you understand at all. And I wonder if you ever ask yourself When everyone has an equal chance to live the life they buy When free health care can save your life. But queue until you die Then I wonder if you understand at all. And I wonder if you ever ask yourself Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for When still the muscles make the man. And men make women pay When Britain's flag is a badge of hate. And just the fair can play When still the homeless, jobless cry. When money shouts and lies And buys off just enough to vote. Pass by the other side Then I wonder if you understand at all. And I wonder if you never ask yourself Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for At the going down of the sun And in the light of day All you need remember is We won't be taken like your generation again Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for Is that what you fought the war for. Is that what you fought the war for |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - Live Inspiration (2001)
There's nothin' for us in Belfast
The Pound's old and that's a pity OK, there's the Trident in Bangor And then you walk back to the city We ain't got nothin' but they don't really care They don't even know you know They just want money And we can take it or leave it What we need is (Chorus:) An Alternative Ulster Grab it and change it it's yours Get an Alternative Ulster Ignore the bores and their laws Get an Alternative Ulster Be an anti-security force Alter your native Ulster Alter your native land Take a look where you're livin' You got the Army on the street And the RUC dog of repression Is barking at your feet Is this the kind of place you wanna live? Is this where you wanna be? Is this the only life we're gonna have? What we need is (Chorus) They say they're a part of you And that's not true you know They say they've got control of you And that's a lie you know They say you will never be Free free free Get an Alternative Ulster, Alternative Ulster, Alternative Ulster |
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