Don’t throw stones,
If you live in a glass house,
And don’t give them out,
To protect yourself
But wait, you say, family
And friends in danger,
And for that small price,
I could increase my wealth
Don’t make a sound baby,
Don’t make a sound
We’ll be safe underground
And this song we play on,
You know, when you died for a buck,
And you know that it’s just your luck,
When the cure costs more than you’re worth,
Well, what are we worth?
We are the ones who provide the means,
To ensure our pockets burst at the seams,
Hand them fire-power, on a plate
And I’m not hungry!
Have the last 5 years just been a dream?
Masterminded diabolical scheme,
Or this this just a glimpse, of something real?
Who needs food,
When we’ve got protection?
Who needs warmth,
When we’ve got 9 double M,
And look, my friends,
We’ve finally reached the stage
Where we’d rather shoot our neighbour,
That our own stuffed bear.
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Twenty years later than I would have liked, but hells yes! I stumbled upon "No manners in Ireland" yesterday, cueing the easiest binge buy in a while. This is a nice blend of skillful instrumentalism, great lead voice and good tunes. The old Toasters / Madness / Bosstones fan in me is bouncing off the ceiling again. Thank you for that. You seem to be gathering steam as well. Here's to a long run! raphaelhythlodai
supported by 6 fans who also own “Ambush Paddington”
fell into Days n' Daze when I was travelling, thanks to some of my road dogs. I don't have that freedom anymore but I feel a piece of it Everytime I listen to their music. love y'all! thefool309