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enough of this bullshit to last a few years
Talk is cheap, and we're in for a clearance here 
Fifty percent off on some crocodile tears 
So tell me while

and tidal waves 
Man will be torn asunder 
His broken, twisted bones 
Washed clean by acid rain 
Hope well that Mother Earth 
May bear a child again

Smithers-Jones [Live]

Stiff Little Fingers

Pure Fingers Live: St. Patrix 1993

1999

got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's

won't you let me live just let me live

Uh
I've only started to feel free in this body within The last couple of months
My mind was completely trapped

Show up clean, no stains on shirt
And show these suckas what's your worth
I just watched Beyoncè Homecoming
And man, I'm so inspired
I can't wait to rock

than my hair
Look so good when I walk by
I know you want me that's no lie
I got champagne running through these veins
I'm flying high in my private plane

Last time that I tell you gone be the same as the first
I 360 reverse, I'll give my team that back off my shirt
Yessir

No tomorrows are promised
Ugh,

cause I be doing well
Let off them shells like tacos
Switchblade sharp like a nacho
I tried to teach your ass a lesson you saved by the bell
Clean like

doing well
Let off them shots like tacos, Switchblade sharp like a nacho
I tried to teach your ass a lesson you saved by the bell
Clean like Freddy

fucking head clean
I'm coming in high, suited shirt and a tie
Huh, a real young figure prolly turn your mama's eye
I ain't on that freak shit, give your

Pull out the fast white cut
Know the gas price up
So I need a few racks by dusk
Why you tryna gas mike up
Little asswipe punk
You wish you could

to me last year
I don't play the avenue, ever since we made the operation mobile
It be hard for plainclothes to flag the crew
I did what I had to do,

of dragons that pussy wet pussy warm
They could never test art sell them drugs Escobar
Check the board it ain’t even close winning by far
Pocket got a full

with beams
Put your face on a shirt turn it to a meme
Im so fresh and so clean rocking 23s
Got some blue Alexanders they not from queens
Shoutout to my

a ghost
But them sheets covered by Black suits
So we learn to hate the Black more
Guns drawn with a new clip
Cause that last clip put me on the floor

to pretend, uh
And learned some people tend to pre
I climbed up out of that dirt, my shirt full of debris
But I held no hatred in my heart, so I'm clean
My

alone

Or how I am worn to the bone by the river
And in the river, made of light
I'm your little life-giver
I will give my life

Haven't you seen

the outreach of the shadow keep's beasts
Peep the message intercepted by the streets
Rejected by the priests individuals in the middle of the deep
Peace

He taught me how to drive a Massey
How to work a clutch and keep it straight
Wore the gold off a weddin' band 
Only loved one woman 'til her last

I am a chore
I get shit rippin' like I am a tore - shirt
And hurt you amateurs like I am a tor-ture
Chamber device
And if you bitters wanna hit

even if I spit up on my t-shirt 
Color of spittle's clear as Sprite 
I think I'll write her a love poem by the end of the night
Words that start to chirp

feathers you somehow get by
Alone, but untethered with the weight of goodbyes
Wake up in the morning with poison in your veins
There's a hole in your shirt

bad to the bone
Got some real killers and they stay by the phone
Can't stay still, addicted to the road
For my niece, she get anything she want
For my

We was jeaned up with a t shirt on
Got my dog by my side and my girl on my arm
Gotta big ole truck and a big ole bone
We gonna ride up and down where