The Limits We Set - The Beat

The only limits we set

What can we get away with?

In that at least we’re the same

The only way we find of hiding the hurt we feel

Is more unnecessary pain

Each time you

Draw in like a breath

It comes out like a knife

You feel like offering yourself out

Tonight

On what a fight

The little you can expect to get

To get from anyone else

Makes you look after number one

The only helping hand

You’ll ever be offered

Is the one at the end of your own arm

Draw in like a breath

It goes tight like a wire

You’re trying to shout

But your lungs are on fire

Draw in like a breath

It comes out like a knife

You feel like offering yourself

Shoplifting my little brother

Shoplifting my little sister

Said all you got to do is

Just a forward through the door

But when they come fe check you out

You no come back for more

Shoplifting my little brederen

Shoplifting my little sister

Tell me which one would you prefer

One hundred pound fine

Or three months in prison

Me old cock sparra?

Shoplifting shoplifting

Shoplifting, but a shoplifting