Spider Cues - Son Of A Gun
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If you see me walking your way
Well you better stand clear
4 million miles in my way
Still nobody comes near...

Outside the town hall,
Kicking around the postcards,
Start a revolution
Gonna bring them down hard
No-one knows anything till you tell them

Now everybody knows,
You're the son of gun....
Now everybody knows,
You're the son of a...

We'll start them off at Cheetham Hill
You're heading into town
The drunks and all the skallies too
Why all the old men frown

We'll tell em of the anger and fear in our hearts
We'll burn down the houses
And they'll think we've gone too far,
And it's only fair....

Now everybody knows,
You're the son of gun....
Now everybody knows,
You're the son of a...