Villains

<br>Traffic stops. Clocks tick, tock. <br>A victim �s asking for the road to Knock. <br>There`s a crowd of boys at Sugar`s door, <br>Like yesterday and the day before. <br>At the Pass machine beside the bank <br>It says” Minks are kinky” – draw some tank. <br>Don`t look around if you hear your name, <br>Cos they`ll call it and they`ll look away. <br><br>The shades are steamed and driving slowly, <br>Wondering which way to go. <br>While the slash hook merchants stand and wait <br>To pay respects at the graveyard gates. <br>Here, buy a line, support the Stars. <br><br>Chorus: <br><br>Can you tell me who the villains are? <br>can anyone tell me who the villains are? <br><br> High times are up for grabs <br>Plastic pouches, grams,tabs. <br>Come up the flat man, skin one up <br>World class, yeah, tome enough. <br>Well boys, story, truth? <br>The bittersweet of misspent youth. <br>Will one day fade away, <br>Blacks and whites all turn to grey. <br>Justice waits up the Dublin road <br>Between the alley and the old-folks home <br>In innocence personified <br>The guilty all wear suits and ties. <br>Some are driving fancy cars. <br><br>Chorus: <br><br> Mé féiners at the door <br>Politics, you know the score. <br>Mawlya mungers, shake my hand <br>Saying “sorry for your troubles, Sham” <br>And plámás stalks the last few pound <br>“Leave it with me now, that`s sound.” <br>And liars compare their lies <br>Frauds play broads with sly-head eyes <br>There`s liars, fairytales and lies <br>Everyone`s been telling lies <br>Like the band up playing on the stage <br>Teenage songs in middle age <br>While the young lads burn their bass guitars <br>And the big boys lick their credit cards. <br>It`s the grace of God that they got this far. <br><br>Chorus: <br><br>Copyright: Moran/Carton