Don't Like You Songtext
von Reducers S.F.

Your mouth it shoots to kill
With a handful of them dollar pills
You hang around in a sorry state
And you try and impress me but it′s far too late
You think your hard and you dress the part
With some cheap gold rings and a broken cart
The time has come for you to learn
That respect is something that you should earn

All your dodgy ways gave us quite a laugh
There ain't nothin′ you wont do
It's too bad you had to try so hard
Like a dog with tricks up his sleeve


You talk of fights you ain't been in
Winnin′ street brawls against a dozen men
Ya get yerself in trouble then you′re backing's gone
′Cause yer fists can't handle what your mouth brings on
You talk of things you might have seen
Someone else′s stories or in your dreams
Well it all comes down when your card is pulled
Cause we will not listen and we ain't been fooled

But the trouble is we don′t like you
God knows I tried to
But now it's out of my hands
But the trouble is we don't like you
God knows I tried to
But now it′s out of my hands