At The Edge (Live At The Brixton Academy) - Stiff Little Fingers

Back when I was younger they were talking at me

Never listened to a word I said

Back when I was younger they were talking at me

Never listened to a word I said

Always yap yap yapping and complaining at me

Made me think I'd be better off dead

I don't want to talk about it

I don't want to hear no lip

Take your share don't shout about it

That's your lot remember you're a kid

They would always teach me that to swear was a sin

Always speak your mind but not aloud

Think of something that you want to do with your life

Nothing that you like that's not allowed

I've no time to talk about it

All your stupid hopes and dreams

Get your feet back on the ground son

It's exams that count not football teams

And I'm running at the edge of their world

They're criticising something they just can't understand

Living on the edge of their town

And I won't be shot down

Taught me to defend myself and to be a man

How to kick someone and run away

Gave me everything that any young man could need

But don't understand why I won't stay

Here's your room and here's your records

Here's your home and here you'll stay

Here's somewhere I don't believe in

Wish someone would take it all away

And I'm running at the edge of their world

They're criticising something they just can't understand

Living on the edge of their town

And I won't be shot down oh baby

And I'm running at the edge of their world

They're criticising something they just can't understand

Living on the edge of their town

And I won't be oh I won't be oh I won't be shot down