P. Paul Fenech - A Bastards Advice | Текст песни

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Working with his guitar, ive really been around.
I played every shithole from hell to London town.
I must have seen a thousand bar fights, and some of them weren't nice.
And so i asked a good friend if he could give me advice.

HE SAID: ''Hit 'em dirty and kick 'em low, Fight 'em like dog mate, go on give your teeth ago. Spit in their eye give 'em show''
As long as you're the last man standing who the fuck's gonna know.
And this was my good friends advice.

Once i was a soldier, boys. I wore the royal green. My sergeant was hardest man, that i've ever seen. Pissed up in the pub one night, a smile upon his face, he leaned across the table and said: Oi! Paul , please hear my case, he said, get evil, use every trick. And if the bastard won't go down, hit him with a brick. Go get a hammer, ain't that a plan. And if you go down, go down spittin. Fight like an animal, man. And this was my sergeant advice.

Be you a saint or sinner, or a fucker. We're all alike.
And if you like the way you live and breathe, please take my advice.
Oh, please be kind to animals, help old ladies cross the street.
Kiss the baby jesus, if you think that's sweet.
Always do your best to talk instead of fight.
But just make sure you're tooled up when you go out at night.

''Hit 'em dirty and kick 'em low, Fight 'em like dog mate, go on give your teeth ago. Spit in their eye give 'em show''
As long as you're the last man standing who the fucks gonna know!

This is the bastards advice. They won't respect you,
They'll whisper cunt. But in the line of people walking away you're at the front,
just tell' m lies as you go.
As long as you're the last man standing , who the fuck's gonna know!
This is bastard's advice.

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