Roots Manuva - Stolen Youth lyrics

[Verse 1: Roots Manuva] Judge 'em on the come up It's bound to be your bad luck Instantly running ways to survive You judge a man by the risk he takes To change his faith and place himself Up in the dreamscape, free from the trappings The flesh will trap him, the flesh will tap him And these lights look bright in the city And one day this might be his city He got more dreams than Luther King But pipes of peace might do for him But some get peace by keeping the peace, in easy reach and being quick to squeeze [Hook: Roots Manuva] The road takes a hold on you Becomes the whole of you You're looking at the stolen youth The eggs, the clucker and the golden goose The road takes a hold on you Becomes the whole of you You're looking at the stolen youth The eggs, the clucker and the golden goose. [Verse 2: Roots Manuva] Honour among thieves is the talk of a fool The only protection is the talk of your tool Decent people just stand by watching Pure disbelief and, happy it's not him How long does the madness last? How long is a piece of string? You're better off being mad as a rasc' An' then you won't have to face a thing Run and hide, a french kiss to chaos Standing firm and waiting for the pay-off These are those types of days, where it ain't no use in being afraid The game played here's got the strangest rules The game played here has got no rules The pain is life, the pain is d**h It's plain as life, and plain as breath [Hook: Roots Manuva] The road takes a hold on you Becomes the whole of you You're looking at the stolen youth The egg, the clucker and the golden goose The road takes a hold on you Becomes the whole of you You're looking at the stolen youth The egg, the clucker and the golden goose