Can't Tell Them Lyrics

	作词 : Will Hissett
	There's nothing you can say to all them kids
	They're stubborn and the way their living's fixed
	Parents didn't have no money, their brothers, oh they act so funny
	Fighting over nothing is the only way they know
	There's some rough parts of town that are not so pleasant
	Get you on the ground and they'll kick your ****ing head in
	If you don't know where you're heading, just look where it's depressing
	And turn around 'cause you know, you just can't tell 'em
	(The streets are full of felons and there's window getting smashed in
	Lads upon a wall with funny cigarettes, relaxing
	The blokes with jobs have packed in, what's the point in grafting?
	When everyone else slacking is doing right from doing wrong)
	Can't tell them
	Can't tell them
	Can't tell them
	There's some rough parts of town that are not so pleasant
	Get you on the ground and they'll kick your ****ing head in
	If you don't know where you're heading, just look where it's depressing
	And turn around 'cause you know, you just can't tell 'em
	(The streets are full of felons and there's window getting smashed in
	Lads upon a wall with funny cigarettes, relaxing
	The blokes with jobs have packed in, what's the point in grafting?
	When everyone else slacking is doing right from doing wrong)
	The queue for dole is getting longer
	And my faith int getting stronger, oh no
	The streets are filled with broken homes
	And the pubs; with broken bones
	Can't tell them
	Can't tell them
	Can't tell them

	zuo ci : Will Hissett
	There' s nothing you can say to all them kids
	They' re stubborn and the way their living' s fixed
	Parents didn' t have no money, their brothers, oh they act so funny
	Fighting over nothing is the only way they know
	There' s some rough parts of town that are not so pleasant
	Get you on the ground and they' ll kick your ing head in
	If you don' t know where you' re heading, just look where it' s depressing
	And turn around ' cause you know, you just can' t tell ' em
	The streets are full of felons and there' s window getting smashed in
	Lads upon a wall with funny cigarettes, relaxing
	The blokes with jobs have packed in, what' s the point in grafting?
	When everyone else slacking is doing right from doing wrong
	Can' t tell them
	Can' t tell them
	Can' t tell them
	There' s some rough parts of town that are not so pleasant
	Get you on the ground and they' ll kick your ing head in
	If you don' t know where you' re heading, just look where it' s depressing
	And turn around ' cause you know, you just can' t tell ' em
	The streets are full of felons and there' s window getting smashed in
	Lads upon a wall with funny cigarettes, relaxing
	The blokes with jobs have packed in, what' s the point in grafting?
	When everyone else slacking is doing right from doing wrong
	The queue for dole is getting longer
	And my faith int getting stronger, oh no
	The streets are filled with broken homes
	And the pubs with broken bones
	Can' t tell them
	Can' t tell them
	Can' t tell them

	zuò cí : Will Hissett
	There' s nothing you can say to all them kids
	They' re stubborn and the way their living' s fixed
	Parents didn' t have no money, their brothers, oh they act so funny
	Fighting over nothing is the only way they know
	There' s some rough parts of town that are not so pleasant
	Get you on the ground and they' ll kick your ing head in
	If you don' t know where you' re heading, just look where it' s depressing
	And turn around ' cause you know, you just can' t tell ' em
	The streets are full of felons and there' s window getting smashed in
	Lads upon a wall with funny cigarettes, relaxing
	The blokes with jobs have packed in, what' s the point in grafting?
	When everyone else slacking is doing right from doing wrong
	Can' t tell them
	Can' t tell them
	Can' t tell them
	There' s some rough parts of town that are not so pleasant
	Get you on the ground and they' ll kick your ing head in
	If you don' t know where you' re heading, just look where it' s depressing
	And turn around ' cause you know, you just can' t tell ' em
	The streets are full of felons and there' s window getting smashed in
	Lads upon a wall with funny cigarettes, relaxing
	The blokes with jobs have packed in, what' s the point in grafting?
	When everyone else slacking is doing right from doing wrong
	The queue for dole is getting longer
	And my faith int getting stronger, oh no
	The streets are filled with broken homes
	And the pubs with broken bones
	Can' t tell them
	Can' t tell them
	Can' t tell them

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