At the Edge

Back when I was younger they were talking at me Never listened to a word I said Back when I was younger they were talking at me Never listened to a word I said Always yap-yap-yapping and complaining at me Made me think I'd be better off dead I don't want to talk about it I don't want to hear no lip Take your share, don't shout about it That's your lot, remember you're a kid They would always teach me that to swear was a sin Always speak your mind but not aloud Think of something that you want to do with your life Nothing that you like, that's not allowed I've no time to talk about it All your stupid hopes and dreams Get your feet back on the ground, son It's exams that count, not football teams And I'm running at the edge of their world They're criticising something they just can't understand Living on the edge of their town And I won't be shot down Taught me to defend myself and to be a man How to kick someone and run away Gave me everything that any young man could need But don't understand why I won't stay Here's your room and here's your records Here's your home and here you'll stay Here's somewhere I don't believe in Wish someone would take it all away And I'm running at the edge of their world They're criticising something they just can't understand Living on the edge of their town And I won't be shot down Running at the edge of their world And they're criticising something they just can't understand Living on the edge of their town And I won't be No, I won't be No, I won't be shot down --- At the Edge - Stiff Little Fingers