Dave McPherson - Good Job Their Favourite Colour Is Red lyrics

Just because they are shallow doesn't necessarily mean you're not in deep sh** Even though you're close to home, it doesn't mean that you'll definately reach it There's one of you and ten of them, they've got knives and you've got weed in your bloodstream Adrenaline fired up, not the best time to be stoned, you should have stayed at home The first punch to the back of the head, ruptured blood vessels are soon to be dead Bruises, cuts and other wonderful memorabilia You'll never get your own back 'cause although he's on crack He's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to do And they follow this preacher, to them you're a lowly creature And everyone is too scared to save your bloody head Good job their favourite colour's red Poor little old man, he is too scared of ever leaving his house Tiptoes around the local shop, leaves timidly, as silent as a mouse But these people disregard his age to push him down and steal his favourite shopping bag His lottery ticket and his keys are thieved, would you do this to your own grandad? Comes from a time when gentlemen were gentle, he's been through the war that nearly drove him mental Now he's forced to fear what he fought for You'll never get your own back 'cause although he's on crack He's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to do And they follow this preacher, to them you're a lowly creature And everyone is too scared to save your bloody head Good job their favourite colour's red, red, red It's who you are It's who you are It's who you are Who you are, yeah It's who you are It's who you are It's who you are You'll never get your own back 'cause although he's on crack He's still stronger than you and this is what he likes to do And they follow this preacher, to them you're a lowly creature And everyone is too scared to save your bloody head Good job their favourite colour's red