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 
friend I hadn't seen since I was drinkin' underage 
I was a ten a day, how'd you say, little [bad word] 
White lightnin', heightenin' 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 
 [bad word] and being sick, I feel like [bad word]  I gotta quit 
I hope I haven't missed the last train, gonna be stuck in Hampton Wick 
With the boys across the platform shoutin' lightweight prick 
I'm a featherweight champion, cheap to get [bad word] 

Wish Candy were here with me, she'd definitely deal with it 
Tell 'em all to shut their mouths and go suck their mommas [bad word] 
'Cause she ain't, no she ain't that low, three fingers down 
Or the other two up and I'll sing this proud  [bad word]  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  [bad word]  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 [bad word]  at ease from enemies  [bad word] back to your momma's flat 
It's the only place but home 
I feel relaxed enough to [bad word] 
I know it sounds [bad word]  but there's somethin' 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?  [bad word]  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  [bad word]  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 bleedin' on the floor 
And no one hears your call at all 
She screamed out to the party, you are sheeps and cattle 

I was hangin' out with Louie in the shootin' 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

 [bad word]  with believers, no time for fever 
And I haven't got time for you either 
With your sticks 'n' stones, sticks 'n' st