Arnold-Watts - Live in Style Lyrics

The kids down town like to live in style, Nobody's gonna take 'em down
All you stupes down the dead end block, You gonna move it all around

You better move out now
You're working in a private zone, Move out now
You're gonna get some broken bones

When Jamie came here he was just another kid, He moved in down the block on highway
But things didn't go the way that Jamie planned, He surely left his mother crying

You better move out now, Your mama's gonna cry all day
Move out now, Things aint gonna go your way

Closer, The war was getting closer
Listen, She's gonna give 'em time, Yeah
Too late, Too late
She's gonna take him down
Now the tears don't hide
Rumours, Murders
She's no match for a six feather blade explosion

Well she's been saving, Saving all her life
And her son Jamie, He was gonna do alright
But you killed him, You killed him
You murderer, Murderer
Without a reason why
I want a reason why
Because I said so

It turned her mind and so they put her in a institution

Jamie's dance had taught the kids in town, You sure don't wanna play that game
Nows there's genocide in every town, It's never gonna be the same
It's your town, It's my town, My town
Can it be OK, Can it ever be? Because it's a war

Some other time it's gonna be those sour lights
Sour lights
Goodnight
You know I said goodnight