I live on the fourteenth floor. Of a tower block, and when I get bored. I call 'cooee' to the passers-by. And when they look up I gob in their eye. . Gob on you and your way of life.
It wasn't thunder, or a shot across the bows,. That was blood, my friend, and you're in for it now. When the whip cracks, that's your calling card,. For your brothers and the boys doing press-ups in the yard.
I'll stay for a moment. Or hang for a while. You tell me what you want to. Stay here or walk for miles. . [Chorus:]. I could be hard or I could be weak.
"Give up, go home". My favorite words to hear. Go on, throw stones. At me to keep for souvenirs. . 'Cause I got no problem. With problems of people doubting me.
Sorry are you boy. All you did and all you said. You could of stuck around and showed your faith. . Should I scare you down. Get you down now all you have is.