Queensberry Rules

[Verse 1]

Scratch one more to the body count

Another dead kid you don't care about

Forget what the paper reads

Safe in your house while another kid bleeds

Everyone of us to blame

For each capital teen who died in vain

We are fucking worse, if not the same

We read the filth, but forget their names

[Chorus]

No money for a funeral

'Til you sell your story out to the world

Hoods up, knifes out, "protect ya neck"

With no remorse and no respect

For every teen who lost their life

Hung on the end of a kitchen knife

Carve this cross into your chest

To remind you of this fucking mess

[Verse 2]

Kitchen knifes and the silent kill

Gun shots start the rumour mill

Let's take this back to the old school

Live out our lives by the Queensberry rules

Two fists clenched tight

Two fucking wrong-uns who both think they're right

The bigger they are

The harder they fucking fall

[Chorus]

No money for a funeral

'Til you sell your story out to the world

Hoods up, knifes out, "protect ya neck"

With no remorse and no respect

For every teen who lost their life

Hung on the end of a kitchen knife

We'll carve this cross into your chest

To remind you of this fucking mess

[Breakdown]

The union jack has burned away

It's black and white, and it's fucking grey

The cells are cold, the streets the same

Its been a dead summer, and we're praying for rain

Your heart of gold is dead and cold

You wonder when your dreams got old

Walk yourselves down to the Thames

Throw you knifes in so that this can end