the english beat
the limits we set
The only limits we set what can we get away with? in that at least we're the same the only way we find of hiding the hurt we feel is more unnecessary pain each time you draw in like a breath it comes out like a knife you feel like offering yourself out tonight on what a fight   the little you can expect to get  to get from anyone else makes you look after number one the only helping hand you'll ever be offered is the one at the end of your own arm   draw in like a breath it goes tight like a wire you're trying to shout but your lungs are on fire   draw in like a breath it comes out like a knife you feel like offering yourself  shoplifting my little brother shoplifting my little sister said all you got to do is just a forward through the door but when they come fe check you out you no come back for more shoplifting my little brederen shoplifting my little sister tell me which one would you prefer one hundred pound fine or three months in prison me old cock sparra? shoplifting shoplifting shoplifting, but a shoplifting