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

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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

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Mé féiners at the door
Politics, you know the score
Mawlya mungers, shake my hand
Saying sorry for your troubles, Sham”
And plámás stalks the last few pound
Leave it with me now, that's sound”
And liars compare their lies
Frauds play broads with sly-head eyes
There's liars, fairytales and lies
Everyone's been telling lies
Like the band up playing on the stage
Teenage songs in middle age
While the young lads burn their bass guitars
And the big boys lick their credit cards
It's the grace of God that they got this far

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