"Stop" as written by and Hugh Cornwell....
I seen boys get up and blowing it, with the world in the palm of their hands.
I seen beautiful girls losing their curls.
I seen 'em stretched out 'n' getting a tan.
I seen criminal types.
I'll forgive 'em the hype, dressed up in a tailored suit.
I seen an angel, with a pair o' wings, running off with a bag o' loot.
I said, stop, it's getting late.
I said, stop trying burying your hate.
I seen a human face inside a coloured race, gettin' up, and starting to run.
I seen a man get bored.
I seen a bone get gnawed.
I seen him playing with a loaded gun.
I seen you laughing loud.
I seen you crying wolf.
I seen you steppin' on yo' fellow man.
I seen you grabbing at everything you want with a pair of clawing hands.
I said, stop, it's getting late.
I said, stop try burying your hate.
I said, stop, and learn to love.
I said stop...
Look above at the crown of love; try it on, it fits you like a glove.
There are jewels up there for you to take a pair.
Nobody will miss them if you want to dare...
I seen men acting like they're dumb.
I seen women acting like they're scared.
I seen 'em both, together, raising kids.
I seen 'em both with time to spare.
I seen 'em loving each other.
I seen 'em fighting mad.
I seen 'em working for a gallon of gas.
I seen an uptight man, in a monkey suit, cracking skulls for a little brass.
I said, stop, it's getting late.


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"Stop" as written by Hugh Cornwell

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