For the corner boys on the side streets, all in one tracksuit stand up
For the females working that twilight shift, please stand up
Fatigued and overran, but relentless
They gave us Brexit and the Apprentice
Fishbowl living, Truman show
Blue-eyed monster, Aryan flow
Something's bubbling, bubbling
All for the green, like colours of Dublin
Nothing to kill the monotony, it's nothing to blame a minority
The same every year, they blame it on fear, but we don't respect your authority
I know I'm too young to be fucked, but I'm feeling too old to be fussed
In the land of the villains, they're making a killing. so tell me who do we trust?
On the brink of recession, heads up to the classless masses
Political farces, hiding behind some Photoshopped arses
And we talk about likes, click bait just dangling
I kinda feel like I'm strangling
Lace up, suit up, my armour and I -
Get ready for action, I get ready for action
If you tell me it's on, I'm fighting the power with passion
Rooftop living I'm a savage talker
Hard lines like an ounce of proper
Trouble with a female stalker
And she keeps on coming to the venue
Doctor - how the fuck did this happen?
All the boys in the band they be laughing
I'm dealing with the spotlight
Got me lying awake, up on a long night
I don't know what you take me for
Can't a young man make money anymore?
Don't cry for my sins or myself
I should be happy in health
I do not sit at the table with manners applied
I am not one of those guys
I am the elephant without disguise
I am the truth in a room full of lies
And the room is alive, they should proceed with some caution
March on the king and his horsemen, 'cause that failure is never an option: we
Get ready for action, get ready for action
If you tell me it's on, I'm fighting the power with passion
False hope, like fools gold, you heard it through the grapevine
Like 5 people I trust though, and none of them on my timeline
That's real life, no fake news, I say this rhyme with reason
As long as I stay breathing, I'll make heat in the coldest season
Give me that energy when I climb, these bars I design are gold
My story's yet to be told, this music can't be controlled
Nobody here claimed it was easy, not much round here to believe in
We make heat in the coldest season, even though Scotland's fuckin' freezing
I'm cool with all of the gods, as long as nobody gets hurt
Taught to believe in myself, and trust I put that in work
Travelling back to my city I feel it gets better each time
And I've been away for a minute but Glasgow always in mind
Always in my mind, my symbol, my doorstep was my window
Since I was popping pimples, it made this plain and simple
We, get ready for action, get ready for action
If you tell me it's on, I'm fighting the power with passion
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