Jimmy Greenwood, Chris Oldfield, Peaceful Warrior Stop Talking Start Walking (BassHead Mix)

STOP TcLKING STcRT WcLKING (Psytrance Mix)

Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.

I am in the den of inequality and I have more rights than you might think.

I care only for my children, my family, my friends, my cat.. in that order.

I despise bullying more than almost anything.

I have spoken to your slaves and now I stand up to your shouting.
You know it.
We know it.
Go and hoe it.
cir ho it.
Whore it.
War, it is happening without you.

Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.


You're no war
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.

You're no War King Nor Viking.
You're a prince in a tower - a pathetic ivory station on the railway to proclamation.
Filming me with your eyes. I despise spies.
Flies on walls.
Calls at strange times.

Rock up. Cock up. Cock of the walk?
Or no cock or balls.
Get stuffed like a turnkey kid, put your lid on and ride.

Big bike or scooter, the hooters you chase,
Flat and coy like a small boy in the choir - I posit.
The only skeleton in your closet is the child who wants to say what it is
That human men who've been defiled for a smile and a taste of wine and bread,
Instead drop to knees and suck on Satan's privilege.

Stop Talking Start Walking
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.

Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking. x2

I am in the den of inequality and I have more rights than you might think.

I care only for my children, my family, my friends, my cat.. in that order.

I despise bullying more than almost anything.

I have spoken to your slaves and now I stand up to your shouting.
You know it.
We know it.
Go and hoe it.
cir ho it.
Whore it.
War, it is happening without you.

Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.


You're no war
Stop talking. Start walking.

You're no War King Nor Viking.
You're a prince in a tower - a pathetic ivory station on the railway to proclamation.
Filming me with your eyes. I despise spies.
Flies on walls.
Calls at strange times.

Rock up. Cock up. Cock of the walk?
Or no cock or balls.
Get stuffed like a turnkey kid, put your lid on and ride.

Big bike or scooter, the hooters you chase,
Flat and coy like a small boy in the choir - I posit.
The only skeleton in your closet is the child who wants to say what it is
That human men who've been defiled for a smile and a taste of wine and bread,
Instead drop to knees and suck on Satan's privilege.

Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.

Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking.
Stop talking. Start walking. x3