gallows - queensberry rules lyrics
scratch one more to the body count,
another dead kid you don’t care about.
forget what the papers read,
safe in your house while another kid bleeds.
everyone of us to blame,
for each capital teen who died in vain.
we are f-cking worse if not the same,
we read the filth and forget the names.
no money for a funeral.
‘til you sell your story out to the world.
hoods up, knifes out,
“protect ya neck”
with no remorse and no respect.
and for every teen who lost their life
hung on the end of a kitchen knife
we will carve this cross into your chest
to remind you of this f-cking mess.
kitchen knifes and the silent kill.
gun shots start the rumour mill.
lets take this back to the old school
live out our lives by the queensberry rules.
two fists clenched tight
two f-cking wrong-uns who both think there’re right.
the bigger they are
the harder they f-cking fall
no money for a funeral.
‘til you sell your story to the rest of the world
hoods up knifes out,
“protects you neck”.
no remorse and no respect.
and for every teen who lost there life
hung on the end of a kitchen knife
we will carve a cross into your chest,
to remind you of the f-cking mess.
the union jack has bled away.
its black and white and its f-cking grey.
the cells are cold,
the streets are the same,
its been a dead summer and were praying for rain.
your heart of gold is dead and cold,
and you wonder when your dreams got old.
walk yourselves down to the thames,
and throw you knifes in so that this can end.
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