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Sticks 'n' Stones

Jamie T

Pop/Rock

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jamie T
Jamie T
Guitar
Ben Bones
Ben Bones
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jamie T
Jamie T
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jamie T
Jamie T
Producer
Guy Davie
Guy Davie
Mastering Engineer
Cenzo Townshend
Cenzo Townshend
Mixing Engineer
Ben Bones
Ben Bones
Producer

Lyrics

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 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 don't know 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 'Cause 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 'Til 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
Writer(s): Jamie Alexander Treays Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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