Rat catch an early recollection of group disorder in our street

With half bricks and sticks and sticks of which

Whack me on the head

Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things

Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things

So, hold still, still, still,

I'll nail you down

So, hold still, still, still,

I'll nail you down

So who put those questions [bad word] at you double quick fire

The first hit of political stick left a bright red sting

Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things

Not quite hard enough a thump to determine the nature of things

So, hold still, still, still,

I'll nail you down

So, hold still, still, still,

I'll nail you down

Thing is you cant grow back what is mowed down

Thing is your own back yard is overgrown

Thing is you cant grow back what is mowed down

Thing is your own back yard is overgrown

(guitar solo)

Knocks and blows and bitterness fashion more much more then sympathy

storms of stones and sticks and half bricks

reflect how it all is

storms of stones and sticks and half bricks

the very perfect nature of things

storms of stones and sticks and half bricks

the very perfect nature of things

So, hold still, still, still,

I'll nail you down

So, hold still, still, still,

I'll nail you down