Villains

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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