Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sticks 'n' Stones, artist - Jamie T.
Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sticks 'n' Stones |
When there’s no one left to fight, boys like him don’t shine so bright, |
Soon as I see the dust settle, he’s out on the town tryin' to find trouble. |
When there’s no one left to fight, boys like him don’t shine so bright, |
Soon as I see (LIGHTWEIGHT PRICK!) the dust settle, he’s out on the town tryin' |
to find trouble. |
I take a train again away from shame and blame a city pained to see, |
a friend I hadn’t seen since I was drinking underage. |
I was a ten a day, how’d you say, little shit, white lightning, heightening all |
my courage, quick wit. |
We wore checkered season wallabies, buttoned shirts and whiskey, |
mutton dressed as lamb, a fan of bands like The Jam Jam Jam Jam, |
I don’t know who I am, he said I dunno if I can, I said yeah man, you can-can. |
When there’s no one left to fight, boys like him don’t shine so bright, |
Soon as I see the dust settle, he’s out on the town tryin' to find trouble. |
When there’s no one left to fight, boys like him don’t shine so bright, |
Soon as I see the dust settle, he’s out on the town tryin' to find trouble. |
Drunk and being sick, I feel like shit, I gotta quit. |
I hope I haven’t missed the last train gonna be stuck in Hampton Wick, |
With the boys across the platform shouting «lightweight prick!» |
I’m a featherweight champion, cheap to get pissed, wish Candy were here with me, |
she’d deffa deal with it, tell 'em all to shut their mouths and go suck their |
mommas dicks, coz she ain’t no she ain’t that low, three fingers down, |
or the other two up, and I’ll sing this proud. |
Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven’t got time for you |
either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. |
Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven’t got time for you |
either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. |
As I travel down the track all my memories flood back. |
We were runnin' at ease from enemies, and rushed back to your momma’s flat, |
it’s the only place but home I feel relaxed enough to crap, I know it sounds |
crude, but there’s something in that. |
How’s danny doin'? |
Hear he’s high flyin' and that, stockbroker in the city with |
a lady and a baby. |
And Fee, is she free from the demons she had? |
Was it two months clean, |
routine to relapse. |
Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven’t got time for you |
either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. |
Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven’t got time for you |
either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. |
She smoked all of your weed that’s why the loved ones out to leave, |
Why when you take the lead they stab you in the back 'till you can’t breathe, |
When you’re bleeding on the floor, and no one hears your call at all, |
she screamed out to the party 'you are sheeps and cattle!' |
I was hanging out with Louie in the shooting gallery, when the news got through |
to me about you and Jeremy. |
Pat on my back, and a swig on my brew, you’re still my friend, it’s impossible |
to hate you. |
Cradle to the grave, I know we always misbehave, people latch down and then |
they rain on our parade. |
Girls we love leave when we want them to stay, like today, remember, |
what shall we say? |
When there’s no one left to fight, boys like us don’t shine so bright, |
Soon as I see the dust settle, let’s go out and find some trouble! |
Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven’t got time for you |
either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. |
Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven’t got time for you |
either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. |
Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven’t got time for you |
either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. |
Runnin' with believers, no time for fever, and I haven’t got time for you |
either, with your sticks n' stones, sticks n' stones, I take 'em home on my own. |