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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
Judgement man
On the bench again Telling me what I've done wrong Judgement man Throws away the key Says he's putting me where I belong Government man On my TV screen Telling me what's right for me But the government man On the TV screen Doesn't see things that I can see He's calling : Trust me need me Put your faith in my lies Believe me Trust me need me We're moving on Cos we're past believing Chorus: We are a river flowing And you can't turn the river round We are a river flowing Why don't you jump in the river and drown Police man On the beat again Beating all that he can find Criminal man On the street again Steal instead of serving time Preacher man On the satellite Says he gonna save my heart All it takes is a telephone call And a current credit card He's crying: Hold me feel me Put your hands on my head and heal me Hold me fleece me We're moving on Cos we're past believing For too long now You've denied the truth Now you have to face your fear Cos for too long now You've had all the power But you can't last another year C'mon: Face me see me Realise that I'm what you made me Hear me join me Or stand aside as the tide come sweeping |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
(Burns/Grantley)
When you're facing up to trouble And your mind has drawn a blank You've no money in your pocket Even less stashed in the bank When your friends seem to desert you And your family's offside Want to leave this mess behind you Want to run away and hide Chorus: |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
(Jake Burns/Steve Grantley)
He's drinkin' supermarket cider In a doorway in the town And he's shouting 'bout the government And how they let him down He's got a sister lives in Brixton Always tried to do her best Yet she winds up broke and shafted Just the same as all the rest He's got a torn and greasy greatcoat And a New York Yankees vest And some strongly held opinions That he must get off his chest Yet his friends don't think about him They all gave him up for dead And they all got real embarrassed About the problems with his head Chorus: |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
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 - 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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from Stiff Little Fingers - Inflammable Material (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)
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 - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
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 - Live Inspiration (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)
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)
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 - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
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 - Live Inspiration (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)
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)
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 - Flags And Emblems [Bonus Track Edition] (1994)
"We'd like to help you." the consul said
"But there's nothing we can do Well, you knew the risks when you took the job After all you're not a fool So, don't call me, don't call me I just can't bend the rules Keep your chin up, I know it's tough Somehow you'll get through." It seems the Americans bargain and rescue But if you get caught you're left to rot Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon (Chorus:) Under a Beirut Moon Sorry son, there's nothing we can do Under a Beirut Moon Different rules, we haven't got a clue "We can't be seen to be giving in To these terrorists you see If we talk with them it would mean the end Of all that we hold dear So don't call me, don't call me I'm doing all I can Although it seems from where you sit I don't give a damn." Back home they'll remember you in papers, on TV Because when you're caught you're left to rot Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon (Chorus) And though you dream of being free There's not much hope that I can see Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon Now just today on the news I saw A hostage walking free He talked of how it came about He gained his liberty He said, don't give up, don't give up Argue, beg and plead Keep the pressure up, don't let it drop Somehow you'll get free He said the Americans would bargain and rescue But when Brits get caught they're left to rot Under a Beirut, under the Beirut Moon |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
"We'd like to help you." the consul said
"But there's nothing we can do Well, you knew the risks when you took the job After all you're not a fool So, don't call me, don't call me I just can't bend the rules Keep your chin up, I know it's tough Somehow you'll get through." It seems the Americans bargain and rescue But if you get caught you're left to rot Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon (Chorus:) Under a Beirut Moon Sorry son, there's nothing we can do Under a Beirut Moon Different rules, we haven't got a clue "We can't be seen to be giving in To these terrorists you see If we talk with them it would mean the end Of all that we hold dear So don't call me, don't call me I'm doing all I can Although it seems from where you sit I don't give a damn." Back home they'll remember you in papers, on TV Because when you're caught you're left to rot Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon (Chorus) And though you dream of being free There's not much hope that I can see Under a Beirut, under a Beirut Moon Now just today on the news I saw A hostage walking free He talked of how it came about He gained his liberty He said, don't give up, don't give up Argue, beg and plead Keep the pressure up, don't let it drop Somehow you'll get free He said the Americans would bargain and rescue But when Brits get caught they're left to rot Under a Beirut, under the Beirut Moon |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
(Jake Burns)
A lot of people come to me And talk at my face Try to tell me all that's wrong in my life They give me all of their opinions And their strongly held convictions And all of them sure that they're right I'll give the truth, the whole truth And nothing like the truth 'Cos confession id good for the soul But bad for the neck Bad for the neck Everyone believes they've something to reveal And they're offering me their advice This can only help me get my life in line They never stop to ask themselves why I need some help, some guidance Some backing and belief But really all I need is a rest And if you really want to help me Just stay out of my way I need some time to reflect Just leave me alone Chorus: |
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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 - Tinderbox (1997)
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)
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 - Flags And Emblems [Bonus Track Edition] (1994)
You're holding on to something I don't believe is real
You're living in the past and you refuse to reappraise Your ridiculous commitment to an outmoded ideal Are you honestly that stupid or will these wounds never heal (Chorus:) You can keep your flags and emblems I don't need them anymore So just take your age-old hatred and then walk out of the door I hope that you die and burn tonight I hope that you die and burn tonight You think of all your neighbors as just scum upon the earth And you live inside a bubble where a badge is all you're worth All your dreams are built on loathing All your hopes are built on hate I can't see any way out of this hell that you create (Chorus) I wish you could see yourself as others all see you Then maybe you'd realise that you seem such a fool (Chorus) |
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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 - Tinderbox (1997)
I need no help, no aid
I don't need your assistance I stand alone my friend And you can walk on by Don't think I'm lonely Cos I'm drinking here alone Sometimes it's easier To spend time on my own Chorus: You didn't mean to make me sad You didn't aim to make me cry I wouldn't really feel so bad It's just dust in my eye You were my yesterdays I'm looking for tomorrows You keep the fun you had And I will keep the sorrows I know it's over And I'm happy that you're gone At least I realise That I'm the lucky one Chorus: You didn't mean to make me sad You didn't aim to make me cry I wouldn't really feel so bad It's just dust in my eye |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Flags And Emblems [Bonus Track Edition] (1994)
Oh it must be so romantic
When the fighting's over there And they're passing round the shamrock And you're all filled up with tears "For the love of dear old Ireland" That you've never even seen You throw in twenty dollars And sing "Wearing of the Green Each dollar a bullet Each victim someone's son And Americans kill Irishmen As surely As if they fired the gun Now you've never stood on Belfast's streets And heard the bombs explode Or hid beneath the blankets When there's riots down the road No you've never had your best friend die Or lost a favorite son But you'll stand there and tell us Just what we're doing wrong Each false word a bullet Each victim someone's son And Englishmen kill Irishmen As surely As if they fired the gun From the minute that you're born you're told To hate the other side "They're not like us, they're not the same We know because we're right" But can't you see we're all the same There is no right and wrong Why can't we stop and realize Just what we're doing wrong We've hated too much too long Each old lie a bullet Each victim someone's son And Irishmen kill Irishmen As surely As if they fired the gun How can you convince yourself That what you do is right? When people are dying there Night after night Don't you ever wonder Why it still goes on? The hopes and fears and all the tears Are buried in your ground Buried in your ground Each rumour a bullet Each victim someone's son And careless talk kills Irishmen As surely As if words fired the gun Well it's lasted for so long now And so many have died It's such a part of my own life Yet it leaves me mystified How a people so intelligent Friendly, kind and brave Can throw themselves so willingly Into an open grave Each new day a bullet Each victim someone's son And ignorance kills Irishmen As surely As if we fired the gun! |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
Oh it must be so romantic
When the fighting's over there And they're passing round the shamrock And you're all filled up with tears "For the love of dear old Ireland" That you've never even seen You throw in twenty dollars And sing "Wearing of the Green Each dollar a bullet Each victim someone's son And Americans kill Irishmen As surely As if they fired the gun Now you've never stood on Belfast's streets And heard the bombs explode Or hid beneath the blankets When there's riots down the road No you've never had your best friend die Or lost a favorite son But you'll stand there and tell us Just what we're doing wrong Each false word a bullet Each victim someone's son And Englishmen kill Irishmen As surely As if they fired the gun From the minute that you're born you're told To hate the other side "They're not like us, they're not the same We know because we're right" But can't you see we're all the same There is no right and wrong Why can't we stop and realize Just what we're doing wrong We've hated too much too long Each old lie a bullet Each victim someone's son And Irishmen kill Irishmen As surely As if they fired the gun How can you convince yourself That what you do is right? When people are dying there Night after night Don't you ever wonder Why it still goes on? The hopes and fears and all the tears Are buried in your ground Buried in your ground Each rumour a bullet Each victim someone's son And careless talk kills Irishmen As surely As if words fired the gun Well it's lasted for so long now And so many have died It's such a part of my own life Yet it leaves me mystified How a people so intelligent Friendly, kind and brave Can throw themselves so willingly Into an open grave Each new day a bullet Each victim someone's son And ignorance kills Irishmen As surely As if we fired the gun! |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
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 - Tinderbox (1997)
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 - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
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 - Live Inspiration (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)
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)
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 - Live Inspiration (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)
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)
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 - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
(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)
(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 - 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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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 - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
(Jake Burns)
Time after time The world is pressing down On your shoulders I know how you feel Like you're the only one Taking orders It's hard to come to terms With what seems so unfair But somewhere in your life You've got someone who cares Chorus: |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
(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 - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
(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)
(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 - Flags And Emblems [Bonus Track Edition] (1994)
How do you propose to live your life in times like these
Growing up surrounded by the fear and hate disease I believe that we all need protection from the world And our friends enfold us like a barrier unfurled I believe in the human shield I believe in the human shield People try to use you and abuse you every day Doesn't seem to matter what you do or what you say Then you need a friend that you can count on when you're down Someone who will ward off all the hatred all around (Chorus:) The human shield protects your soul And keeps you on the ground The human shield protects your heart from being ground down Dreams will all be shattered and your hopes dashed on the ground As you grow to realise, this world's a real hard town I believe that we all need protection every day And our friends will form a shield that works in every way I believe in the human shield I believe in the human shield (Chorus) |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Tinderbox (1997)
Hey you, yeah I'm trying to get through
Past that chip upon your shoulder Come here need a word in your ear This can't go on much longer You break what we try to create And I'm sure that you enjoy it Don't care if it's proper or fair Just as long as it's annoying I see a stillness in your eyes Says it's a game And it's a shame Hurricane As chaos rages round you You're sure that you're not to blame I know your name Hurricane You smile as you flatter and lie And twist the knife behind us So what if the problems we've got Will tie us up and bind us It's tough no-one's calling your bluff But I have made my mind up Take care now you'd better prepare I've taken my last wind up You stand there smiling Like you weren't the one to blame You're in the frame Hurricane I stand here screaming That I've taken all I'll take I know your game Hurricane I see a stillness in your eyes Says it's a game And it's a shame Hurricane As chaos rages round you You're sure that you're not to blame I know your name Hurricane I stand here screaming That I've taken all I'll take |
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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 - 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 - Tinderbox (1997)
It's all or nothing
That's how you've always been All or nothing With nothing in between You can't compromise You can't quit while you're ahead You won't see reason You think that's giving in We try to tell you But you're not listening Now I realise The only help you'll take Chorus: It's in your hand The power to change To make a stand To come of age It's in your hand It's worse than pointless To try to talk to you You've made your mind up There's nothing we can do Gets worse every day You'd think you had it planned Throw it all away Chorus rpt: In your hand but you won't use it Rather throw your life away (Rpt above couplet) It's all or nothing So nothing it'll be You see I've made my mind up And I won't intervene Throw it all away Throw it all away I don't care Throw it all away |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
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)
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 - Flags And Emblems [Bonus Track Edition] (1994)
I remember back so long ago
Where I went you'd always go Never left my side, I never felt alone Just you and me always on our own Those were the days I loved but now it seems so strange It's all so different I guess everything has to change [Chorus:] Johnny 7 now where are you Johnny 7 help me see it through Johnny 7 I need you right by my side Was all so easy way back then I pull the trigger just fire and end No need to run Johnny 7 no need to hide The years go by and you are gone Never thought I'd miss you for so long A world like this needs a seven too I guess I'd still run back to you They told me I'd forget as time goes by But they can say what they want I know I'll never try Could this all be a dream So what I'll live my dream I guess it's wrong to look back to you What can you change what can you do Is it so wrong is it all pride Why pretend what I feel inside But then I look around and I still want you back I pull the trigger now - come on let's attack |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - Live Inspiration (2001)
I remember back so long ago
Where I went you'd always go Never left my side, I never felt alone Just you and me always on our own Those were the days I loved but now it seems so strange It's all so different I guess everything has to change [Chorus:] Johnny 7 now where are you Johnny 7 help me see it through Johnny 7 I need you right by my side Was all so easy way back then I pull the trigger just fire and end No need to run Johnny 7 no need to hide The years go by and you are gone Never thought I'd miss you for so long A world like this needs a seven too I guess I'd still run back to you They told me I'd forget as time goes by But they can say what they want I know I'll never try Could this all be a dream So what I'll live my dream I guess it's wrong to look back to you What can you change what can you do Is it so wrong is it all pride Why pretend what I feel inside But then I look around and I still want you back I pull the trigger now - come on let's attack |
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from Stiff Little Fingers - And Best of All...Hope Street (1999)
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 - Live Inspiration (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 - Inflammable Material (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)
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 - Live Inspiration (2001)
She asks for more and I give less
Why can't she see it's obvious I mean no but she takes yes I make it clear but she don't guess She comes round it gets me down But she don't catch a hint I drop She turns up it turns me off And she don't know when to stop What am I supposed to do? How to gently break the news? How to get the message through? Perhaps I should just fade away She asked me out and I gave in Then she gave out and I felt mean I really want no more of us So I stay home, she comes across She comes round I turn her down But she bounces back again She comes on I turn her off But she don't get what's really plain What am I supposed to do? Got to get the message through Got to make her see the truth I wish she would just fade away Do you want to know do I love you? The answer's no Is that straight enough for you? She asked for it I told her flat That I don't want no more of that I've really had you up to here And I don't even like you near If you come round I won't be in I can't stand to see your face If we meet up then count me out Why don't you just fade away? Fade away When love's not love When love's not love When love's not love Fade Away |
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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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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)
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 - 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 - 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 - 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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