Step Back -

Hold up — hang on sneak a glance in your pocket

You drank it all up — or so say’s that docket

But it’s all gone and now you’ve got none

You spin the blackjack kid and then your night’s done

A sky high cost that left you no dosh

That sank you awash in the land of the lost

But to the hands of a few — that you never knew

They stole your livelihood right where ya stood

So stop and take a step back

And put your gun back on the rack

Come on and line the facts up

Hold your back up

We all can crack up

Free from the lock-up

Beat up smack down for just a few cents more

When you realise that Robin Hood hit the poor

And now you’re sore at quarter past four

But now they’re comin' back they’re lineing up for a little more

And I’m not saying no — 'cause this is not straight-edge

But I can’t see the green on your side of the hedge

There’s Tip Top — Coca-Cola but not a sign of peace

And when we can’t sort it out we leave it to police

I’LL BE DONE WITH YOUR VIOLENCE