Jamie T Sticks N Stones

Pat on my back, and a swig on my brew, you re still my friend, it s impossible to hate you. Cradle to the grave, I know we always misbehave, people latch down and then they rain on our parade. Girls we love leave when we want them to stay, like today, remember, what shall we say When there s no one left to fight, boys like us don t shine so bright, Soon as I see the dust settle, let s go out and find some trouble