
Date of issue: 30.04.2007
Song language: English
Step Back |
Hold up — hang on sneak a glance in your pocket |
You drank it all up — or so say’s that docket |
But it’s all gone and now you’ve got none |
You spin the blackjack kid and then your night’s done |
A sky high cost that left you no dosh |
That sank you awash in the land of the lost |
But to the hands of a few — that you never knew |
They stole your livelihood right where ya stood |
So stop and take a step back |
And put your gun back on the rack |
Come on and line the facts up |
Hold your back up |
We all can crack up |
Free from the lock-up |
Beat up smack down for just a few cents more |
When you realise that Robin Hood hit the poor |
And now you’re sore at quarter past four |
But now they’re comin' back they’re lineing up for a little more |
And I’m not saying no — 'cause this is not straight-edge |
But I can’t see the green on your side of the hedge |
There’s Tip Top — Coca-Cola but not a sign of peace |
And when we can’t sort it out we leave it to police |
I’LL BE DONE WITH YOUR VIOLENCE |