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Just because they are shallow doesn't necessarily mean you're not in deep shitEven though you're close to home it doesn't mean that you'll definately reach itThere's one of you and ten of themThey've got knives and you've got weed in your bloodstreamAdrenaline fired up, not the best time to be stonedYou should have stayed at homeThe first punch to the back of the headRuptured blood vessels are soon to be deadBruises, cuts and other wonderful memorabiliaYou'll never get your own back'Cause although he's on crackHe's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to doAnd they follow this preacherTo them, you're a lowly creatureAnd everyone is too scared to save your bloody headGood job their favourite colour's redPoor little old man, he is too scared of ever leaving his houseTiptoes around the local shop, leaves timidly, as silent as a mouseBut these people disregard his age to push him down and steal his favourite shopping bagHis lottery ticket and his keys are thievedCould you do this to your own grandad?Comes from a time when gentlemen were gentleHe's been through the war that nearly drove him mentalNow he's forced to fear what he fought forYou'll never get your own backLetras de canciones'Cause although he's on crackHe's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to doAnd they follow this preacherTo them, you're a lowly creatureAnd everyone is too scared to save your bloody headGood job their favourite colour's red, red, redIt's who you areIt's who you areIt's who you areWho you are, yeahIt's who you areIt's who you areIt's who you areYou'll never get your own back'Cause although he's on crackHe's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to doAnd they follow this preacherTo them, you're a lowly creatureAnd everyone is too scared to save your bloody headGood job their favourite colour's red From Letras Mania