Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brittle Bones Nicky, artist - Rare Americans. Date of issue: 04.03.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brittle Bones Nicky |
| All rise |
| Brittle Bones Nicky was crafty and shifty and that son of a bitch was gold |
| Yeah, that son of a bitch was gold |
| Wires got crossed when I was about 3 |
| Dad had bloody heavy hands, used them on me |
| My mamma? |
| Bless her heart, 'cause she gave me a start |
| She got killed, bad man, dad stiffed in a scam |
| Grew up in the system, bounced, couple homes |
| This woman Mary, gifted me hand-me-down clothes |
| Shy at the start, 'til this guy named Shifty |
| Who had 100 pounds on me called me «Brittle Bones Nicky» |
| A target aimed straight at my face |
| Big house of kids, cred is cake |
| Rounded up a couple bucks, got it freshly baked |
| Sat down to dinner |
| Put it right in his face |
| Right in his fucking face (In his face!) |
| You’re not gonna push me around |
| You can’t get me down, down, down (Down!) |
| You’re not gonna push me around (Nooo!) |
| You can’t get me down, down, down (Down!) |
| Bounce ahead a couple years, king of my peers |
| We biked the block, cheersin' pretty girls beers |
| Did alright for myself, petty thefts I pulled |
| I dropped outta school, built a circle of bulls |
| Needing more money, covered head to toe |
| Snuck up, sucker, took his stash, and drove |
| The cash stashed, it was pouring in |
| Bulk of it up my nose |
| How dumb I was, twenty-one |
| And way out of control |
| The cops kicked down the door |
| She did a line right off my (Wow!) |
| Said «That's one way to go down» |
| Knew I was hard as rock |
| Knew-I-was-hard-as-rock (Hard as rock!) |
| You’re not gonna push me around |
| You can’t get me down, down, down (Down!) |
| You’re not gonna push me around (Nooo!) |
| You can’t get me down, down, down (Down!) |
| Bars, new world, who could I trust? |
| Killers were nice, smugglers were rough |
| Met a man named Ben, quite sharp & witty |
| Gave me books about money & cities |
| Taught me ropes, only years coulda gained |
| Looked out for each other, M. O's the same |
| That night I heard Ben, turning 50 in May |
| Yellin' so loud, two decades we aged |
| Found him cornered, pants down, shanked |
| Didn’t even think twice, man I barely blinked |
| (I barely blinked, I barely blinked) |
| If it cost me my life, man, I’d save my only friend |
| That’s something I could live with |
| I could take that 'til the end |
| If it cost me my life, man, I’d save my only friend |
| That’s something I could live with |
| I could take that 'til the end (Hey!) |
| You’re not gonna push me around |
| You can’t get me down, down, down (Down!) |
| You’re not gonna push me around (Nooo!) |
| You can’t get me down, down, down (Down!) |
| Now every morning, coffee, park |
| Walking around the city, deals light or dark |
| I’m straight edge as a punk, well-mannered, and I feel free |
| Tried to do what I thought was best |
| And that’s coming to the grave with me |
| As I lay here in my final nights, I try to have a laugh |
| I didn’t win the game of life |
| But I’d give myself a pass |