Stiff Little Fingers. Get A Life. Walk Away. Zeneszám

You feel the damp in the evening air
You see them standing you feel them stare
You hear their insults you can hear them shout
You try to answer but no words come out
Your face gets hotter as the anger rise
You can see excitement in their eyes
As they free their aggression in the usual way
It's easier to fight
Harder just to walk away


The streets are empty as you're going home
You got your collar turned up against the cold
You're tired and hungry and and you're fit to drop
The rain is pouring won't it ever stop
You hear the voice from the alleyway
Saying: