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Sticks 'n' Stones
Jamie T Lyrics


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

I took 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're as thick as thieves and wannabes
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
'Cause 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
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
'Til 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 Joey 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

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Jamie Alexander Treays

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paige gilbert

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.



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Hans H.S.

Budget for video: £7. 

I love it.

Piotr Jasica

sometimes it's the passion for the tunes versus the candy :) Great to see raw in young music.

Bigchaz

@Jean Martha Niemeyer okay jean

Jonny Clarke

@Ben Schlaich um yes

Ben Schlaich

@Jonny Clarke xqxwe

Ben Schlaich

@Bigchaz Yy

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Ned Kelly

Nearly 60 years old myself.

Still finding my way back repeatedly to this. It speaks to me of my younger days. I'm still there in my heart ✌️

Jamie T is a brilliant artist. Very observant. His songs are poetry that spans generations.

thefrog kermit

i like Jamie T so much because he keeps a good british boy culture and i miss that tbh its funny to me, silly but genuis

ailise

thefrog kermit English boy you mean

C T

thefrog kermit How Silly !

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