Queensberry Rules (Album Version) (explicit)-Gallows

[ti:Queensberry Rules (Album Version) (explicit)] [ar:Gallows] [al:Grey Britain (Nokia)] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Queensberry Rules (Album Version) (explicit) - Gallows [00:50.14]Scratch one more to the body count [00:52.41]Another dead kid you don't care about [00:54.81]Forget what the papers read [00:57.25]Safe in your house while another kid bleeds [00:59.77]Everyone of us to blame [01:01.44] [01:02.02]For each capital teen who died in vain [01:03.77]We are f**king worse if not the same [01:06.39] [01:06.91]We read the filth and forget the names [01:08.88]No money for a funeral [01:11.17] [01:11.72]'Til you sell your story out to the world [01:13.73] [01:14.27]Hoods up knifes out "protect ya neck" [01:16.59]With no remorse and no respect [01:18.99]And for every teen who lost their life [01:21.42]Hung on the end of a kitchen knife [01:23.85]We will carve this cross into your chest [01:26.34]To remind you of this f**king mess [01:28.36] [01:31.42]Kitchen knifes and the silent kill [01:33.84]Gun shots start the rumour mill [01:36.03]Lets take this back to the old school [01:38.60]Live out our lives by the Queensberry rules [01:41.01]Two fists clenched tight [01:43.50]Two f**king wrong-uns [01:44.24]Who both think there're right [01:45.68]The bigger they are [01:47.03]The harder they f**king fall [01:48.62] [01:50.46]No money for a funeral [01:53.15]'Til you sell your story to [01:54.14]The rest of the world [01:55.04] [01:55.63]Hoods up knifes out "protect ya neck" [01:57.38] [01:58.04]No remorse and no respect [02:00.40]And for every teen who lost there life [02:02.80]Hung on the end of a kitchen knife [02:05.12]We will carve a cross into your chest [02:07.07]To remind you of this f**king mess [02:09.91] [02:37.47]The union jack has bled away [02:39.85] [02:41.65]It's black and white and it's f**king grey [02:45.40] [02:46.58]The cells are cold the streets are the same [02:50.18] [02:51.28]Its been a dead summer [02:52.78] [02:53.65]And were praying for rain [02:56.38]Your heart of gold is dead and cold [02:58.78]And you wonder when your dreams got old [03:01.29]Walk yourselves down to the thames [03:03.57]And throw you knifes in so that this can end