Hold up - hang on sneak a glance in your pocket You drank it all up - or so say's that docket But it's all gone and now you've got none You spin the blackjack kid and then your night's done A sky high cost that left you no dosh That sank you awash in the land of the lost But to the hands of a few - that you never knew They stole your livelihood right where ya stood
So stop and take a step back And put your gun back on the rack Come on and line the facts up Hold your back up We all can crack up Free from the lock-up
Beat up smack down for just a few cents more When you realise that Robin Hood hit the poor And now you're sore at quarter past four But now they're comin' back they're lining up for a little more And I'm not saying no - 'cause this is not straight-edge But I can't see the green on your side of the hedge There's Tip Top - Coca-Cola but not a sign of peace And when we can't sort it out we leave it to police
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I'LL BE DONE WITH YOUR VIOLENCETeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
