Тексты песен «Ste Mccabe»

Sunday morning going slowI'm talking to the radio Clothes and records on the floor The memories of the night before Out in club land having fun And now I'm hiding from the sun Waiting for a visitor But no-one know's I'm...

I'm moving on and up in my life So what's that in my back? Well surely not a knife? You say that it's all in my mind If I've been here once I've been here a hundred times One for the child you mocked When I was ashamed...

I see you in the past, and your pain my love it won't last This is your way to get them back, but I'm afraid you're on the wrong track Their rules are rigid and you won't fit in with your crazy plans Although you push...

Licking crumbs up from your table We're willing now that we are able In your ridiculous childrens fable You lock the race-horse in it's stable And that is how they want us to be The painful cliches that they call "free"...

It seems I can't get away from high browed faces Talking about abolishing races I've been around this place for way too long I know that what you don't understand must be wrong Well the Daily Mail must make you feel...

Tommo is a hard knock, knows his way 'round here Everybody moves away when he comes near Knife in his pocket, hand on his balls Walking like he doesn't know how to walk at all Tommo always stoned, don't know what day it...

It's for all of us sick of hearing About the hate that you're constantly dealing We could call it spiritual healing Or a judge who's numb to human feeling I'l spit on your grave, smile at your last breath I'll throw a...

Men who know themselves so well, men who have stories to tell Men like confused little children, hiding, shy and all bewildered Men who just want to stick in in and throw you out when they are finished Men who talk...

You can look down your nose but I don't care Let my business get into your hair You walk around like there's glass in your shoe Every time this mess comes near you See, I know it makes you sick that I Said what I said...

I hear you want to be civil right now, yeah right You want to compromise with me, yeah right You want to opt out of everything, that's right There's no conversation with you tonight Because every time, every time, it's...

It's Ironic but true, I've had all kinds of abuse But the only ignorance I've suffered lately was from you I queue up in the cold to be open and free So why is it I feel bitchy eyes staring at me? When you have to camp...

If you've got 2 or 3 minutes for my life story Then sit back while I revel in my glory It started with football and me running away Skipping in the back yard and no-one else would play Well it's not an unusual narrative...

When they say that they are victims Well I hope that you listen closely And when you claim victimisation It's funny but please don't insult me Well today is the day when the local church is closing down Please excuse me...

I don't know what the answer is But I know that I can't just sit and watch this Beauty cannot be sold to you The ideal they force on you doesn't exist What they're trying to sell to you cannot be sold You are beautiful...

"That's life", that's what they say, sit in your own shit and leave it that way Is this a bad soap opera on repeat or is it just another day? Dare you do something new or just sit and smoke the day away? When life gets...

I've seen the way that you crawl Into the backsides of people who expose you You'd turn you back on it all To be accessable to all Don't come and wave the flag 'cause This is not, not your party You'd censor everything...