The Message Lyrics - Tinderbox - Stiff Little Fingers

Broken glass everywhere 

People pissing on the station 

Y'know they just don't care 

I can't take the smell 

I can't take the noise 

I got no money to move out 

I guess I got no choice 

Rats in the front room 

Roaches in the back 

Junkies in the alley with a baseball bat 

I tries to get away but I couldn't get far 

Cos a man with a truncheon re-possessed my car 

Chorus: 

Don't push me cos I'm close to the edge 

I'm trying not to lose my head 

It's like a jungle sometimes 

It makes me wonder how I keep from going under 

My son said: "Daddy, I don't wanna go to school 

Cos the teacher's a jerk, he must think I'm a fool 

And all the kids smoke reefer I think it'd be cheaper 

If I just got a job learned to be a street sweeper 

I'll dance to the beat, shuffle my feet wear a shirt and tie 

And run with the creeps" 

Cos it's all about money ain't a damn thing funny 

You got to have a car in this land of milk and honey 

A child is born with no state of mind 

Blind to the ways of mankind 

God is smiling on you but he's frowning too 

Because only God knows what you'll go through 

You'll grow in the ghetto living second rate 

And your eyes will see a song of deep hate 

The places you play and where you stay 

Looks like one great big alleyway 

You'll admire all the number book takers 

The pimps the pushers and the big money makers 

Driving great big cars spending twenties and tens 

And you want to grow up to be just like them 

Smugglers scramblers burglars gamblers 

Pickpocket pedlars even panhandlers 

You say I'm cool I'm no fool 

But then you end up dropping right outa school