Sticks 'n' Stones

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 (lightweight prick!)) 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 dunno 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
Coz 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 'till 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