The Beat The Limits We Set

Album: Wha ppen LP (1981) The only limits we set What can we get away with In that at least we re the same The only way we find of hiding the hurt we feel Is more unnecessary pain Each time you draw in like a breath It comes out like a knife You feel like offering yourself out Tonight, on what a fight The little you can expect to get To get from anyone else Makes you look after number one The only helping hand You ll ever be offered Is the one at the end of your own arm Draw in like a breath It goes tight like a wire You re trying to shout But your lungs are on fire Draw in like a breath It comes out like a knife You feel like offering yourself Shoplifting my little brother Shoplifting my little sister Said all you got to do is Just a forward through the door But when they come to check you out You no come back for more Shoplifting my little brederen Shoplifting my little sister Tell me which one would you prefer One hundred pound fine Or three months in prison Me old cock sparra Shoplifting shopli