Society Burning - Stand And Deliver '97 lyrics

Stand! I'm the dandy highwayman who you're too scared to mention I spend my cash on looking flash and grabbing your attention The devil take your stereo and your record collection The way you look you'll qualify for next year's old age pension Stand and deliver, your money or your life Try and use a mirror, no bullet or a knife I'm the dandy highwayman, so sick of easy fashion The clumsy boots, peek-a-boo roots that people think so dashing So what's the point of robbery when nothing is worth taking? It's kind of tough to tell a scruff the big mistake he's making Stand and deliver, your money or your life Try and use a mirror, no bullet or a knife And even though you fool your soul Your conscience will be mine All mine We're the dandy highwaymen, so tired of excuses Of deep-meaning philosophies where only showbiz loses We're the dandy highwaymen and here's our invitation To Throw your safety overboard and join our insect nation Stand and deliver, your money or your life Try and use a mirror, no bullet or a knife And even though you fool your soul Your conscience will be mine All mine