| Lyrics: | Traffic stops. Clocks tick, tock.
A victim ‘s asking for the road to
Knock.
There's a crowd of boys at Sugar's door,
Like yesterday and the day before.
At
the Pass machine beside the bank
It says†Minks are
kinky†– draw some tank.
Don't look around if you
hear your name,
Cos they'll call it and they'll look away.
The shades are steamed and
driving slowly,
Wondering which way to go.
While the slash hook merchants stand and wait
To pay respects at the graveyard gates.
Here, buy a line, support the Stars.
Chorus:
Can you tell me who the villains are?
can anyone tell me who the
villains are?
High times are up for grabs
Plastic pouches, grams,tabs.
Come up
the flat man, skin one up
World class, yeah, tome enough.
Well boys, story, truth?
The bittersweet of misspent youth.
Will one day fade away,
Blacks and whites all turn
to grey.
Justice waits up the Dublin road
Between the alley and the old-folks home
In
innocence personified
The guilty all wear suits and ties.
Some are driving fancy cars.
Chorus:
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