I've been called a thief
i've been called a liar
been called a rebel

been called a fighter
But how can i fight when my hands are tied?
You cannot shake a hand with your fist clenched tight


Im just a lover you're a midnight rider
and im out of here with my head held high up

I know you're living in a world of pain
but what you give is what you get so what you get is all hate


Oh no, You dont fool me
Oh no, you don't rule me
But you really know what i mean when i say that the times need changing

You really know what i mean when i say that we need liberating
You really know what i mean when i tell you that there's too much hatred
Who do you think your foolin?


My Brittle Bones have done too much fighting
My Brittle Bones have done too much fighting

In This fickle world, ive done too much crying
My Brittle Bones have done too much fighting


Ive been called a thief, i've been called a crook
Do not judge the cover if you cannot read the book
cos when you pass me by i wont take a second look

cos i do not give a damn no don't get me mistook
Sticks and Stones will break your bones but people will desert you
Keep runnin your mouth and you'll get knocked out

have no doubt ill hurt you

Oh no, You dont fool me

Oh no, you don't rule me
But you really know what i mean when i say that the times need changing
You really know what i mean when i say that we need liberating

You really know what i mean when i tell you that there's too much hatred
Who do you think your foolin?


My Brittle Bones have done too much fighting
My Brittle Bones have done too much fighting
In This fickle world, ive done too much crying

My Brittle Bones have done too much fighting

Ive been accused

wrongly abused now
this is a war
and you're bound to lose