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Stiff Little Fingers Inflammable Material

I could be a soldier Go out there and fight to save this land Be a people's soldier Paramilitary gun in hand I won't be a soldier I won't take no orders

Ain't got no money but I don't give a damn 'Cause when I get it, spend it fast as I can Ain't got no worries, at least none I can see Gotta make a fast

I met you in No Man's Land Across the wire we were holding hands Hearts a-bubble in the rubble It was love at bomb site All you give me is barbed wire

Friday night's here, what's the scene? Nothing to do, you know what I mean? Nothing on the telly, there is no late-night show No shows in town, there

They never ask us if we want a war Who do they think they're talkin' for 'Cos we never get no say They have to have it all their way Oh, we want no more

you down and keep you in hand You're just a pawn in their game You're just another number, you ain't got a name You just a little punk y'know they don

Nothin' for us in Belfast The Pound's so old it's a pity OK, there's the trident in Bangor Then walk back to the city We ain't got nothin' but they don

Punctuality's a waste of time Now nostalgia is past it's prime History's a thing of the past Being first will never last [Chorus] Beep beep I'm an answering

Friday night's here What's the scene? Nothing to do Y'know what I mean? Nothing on the telly There is no late-night show No shows in town There is no