Stolen Youth Lyrics - Singles - Roots Manuva

Judge em on the come up, 

It's bound to be your bad luck 

Instantly running ways to survive, 

You judge a man by the risk he takes 

Change his faith and place himself 

Up in the dreamscape, 

Free from the trappings 

The flesh will trap him, 

The flesh will tap him 

And these lights look bright in the city 

And one day this might be his city 

He got more dreams than Luther King, 

The pipes of peace mightÿ do for him 

But some get peace by keeping the peace, 

In easy reach and being quick to squeeze 

The role takes a hold of you, 

Becomes the whole of you, 

You'reÿ looking at the stolen youth, 

The egg, the clucker and the golden goose. 

The role takes a hold of you, 

Becomes the whole of you, 

You'reÿ looking at the stolen youth, 

The egg, the clucker and the golden goose. 

Honour among thieves is the talk of a fool 

The only protection is the talk of your tool 

Decent people just stand by watching pure 

Disbelieving happy it's not him 

How long does the madness last 

How long is a piece of string 

Your better off being mad as a... 

And then you wont have to face a thing 

Run and hide a french kiss to chaos 

Standing firm and waiting for the pay off 

These areÿ those types of days 

Where it aint no use in being afraid 

The game played here cuts strings it's rules 

The game played here has a couple of rules 

The pain is life, the painÿ is death 

It's plain as life, it's plain as breath