 Just because they are shallow doesn't necessarily mean you're not in deep shit
Even though you're close to home, it doesn't mean that you'll definately reach it
There's one of you and ten of them, they've got knives and you've got weed in your bloodstream
Adrenaline fired up, not the best time to be stoned, you should have stayed at home
The first punch to the back of the head, ruptured blood vessels are soon to be dead
Bruises, cuts and other wonderful memorabilia
You'll never get your own back 'cause although he's on crack
He's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to do
And they follow this preacher, to them you're a lowly creature
And everyone is too scared to save your bloody head
Good job their favourite colour's red
Poor little old man, he is too scared of ever leaving his house
Tiptoes around the local shop, leaves timidly, as silent as a mouse
But these people disregard his age to push him down and steal his favourite shopping bag
His lottery ticket and his keys are thieved, would you do this to your own grandad?
Comes from a time when gentlemen were gentle, he's been through the war that nearly drove him mental
Now he's forced to fear what he fought for
You'll never get your own back 'cause although he's on crack
He's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to do
And they follow this preacher, to them you're a lowly creature
And everyone is too scared to save your bloody head
Good job their favourite colour's red, red, red
It's who you are
It's who you are
It's who you are
Who you are, yeah
It's who you are
It's who you are
It's who you are
You'll never get your own back 'cause although he's on crack
He's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to do
And they follow this preacher, to them you're a lowly creature
And everyone is too scared to save your bloody head
Good job their favourite colour's red
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