The Grates - Small Lives Lyrics
He's a short manWith (???)Doesn't matter if you lose yourself in workGot a T-shirtLots of (???)Doesn't matter if your less than (???)Wait, I've been called up for anotherYou, yah oohYou're like your sister, not your brotherGot a black beltIn karateNever used it on the people in the streetGot a big old bagFilled with dirty bricksSmashing windows down on South Street, just for kicksKicks, I've been called up for anotherYou, yah oohYou're like your sister, not your brotherDon't be playing with small lives baby, noUh ohDon't be messing with small lives baby, it hurtsIt hurts, it hurts..You could be useful, if you wanted to be usedYeahYou could do womders if you wanted to be usedSo wait, wait, I've been called up for anotherYou, yah oohYou're like your sister, not your brotherDon't go messing with small lives babyDon't go messing with small lives babyDon't you be messing with small lives baby, it hurts..