Traffic stops. Clocks tick, tock. 

A victim ‘s asking for the road to Knock. 

There's a crowd of boys at Sugar's door, 

Like yesterday and the day before. 

At the Pass machine beside the bank 

It says” Minks are kinky” – draw some tank. 

Don't look around if you hear your name, 

Cos they'll call it and they'll look away. 



The shades are steamed and driving slowly, 

Wondering which way to go. 

While the slash hook merchants stand and wait 

To pay respects at the graveyard gates. 

Here, buy a line, support the Stars. 



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Can you tell me who the villains are?  

can anyone tell me who the villains are? 



  High times are up for grabs 

Plastic pouches, grams,tabs. 

Come up the flat man, skin one up 

World class, yeah, tome enough. 

Well boys, story, truth? 

The bittersweet of misspent youth. 

Will one day fade away, 

Blacks and whites all turn to grey. 

Justice waits up the Dublin road 

Between the alley and the old-folks home 

In innocence personified 

The guilty all wear suits and ties. 

Some are driving fancy cars. 



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  MÃÆ'© fÃÆ'©iners at the door 

Politics, you know the score. 

Mawlya mungers, shake my hand 

Saying “sorry for your troubles, Sham” 

And plÃÆ'¡mÃÆ'¡s stalks the last few pound 

“Leave it with me now, that's sound.” 

And liars compare their lies 

Frauds play broads with sly-head eyes 

There's liars, fairytales and lies 

Everyone's been telling lies 

Like the band up playing on the stage 

Teenage songs in middle age 

While the young lads burn their bass guitars 

And the big boys lick their credit cards. 

It's the grace of God that they got this far. 



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