Lyrics Blood Sports - The Style Council
Who
takes
the
heart
from
a
stag
Who
gets
a
hard-on
with
blood
on
their
hands
Who
strips
the
wonder
of
life
When
they
don't
have
the
right
But
they
say
it's
fair
game
And
they
won't
feel
no
pain
As
we
feel
no
shame
So
let
the
sun
come
down
Let
our
eyes
close
the
blind
Let
the
rivers
run
dry
Let
the
forest
life
die
But
who
are
they
to
decide
As
if
their
right
is
divine
As
if
their
right
sublime
Who
wins
the
hooves
loses
respect
Who
kills
the
grace
treads
with
intent
-
Into
heaven's
domain,
playing
little
christians
Hear
their
voice
soar
in
church
Giving
thanks
for
this
earth
-
Then
destroying
it's
birth
So
let
the
sun
come
down
Let
our
eyes
close
the
blind
Let
the
rivers
run
dry
Let
the
forest
life
die
But
who
are
they
to
decide
As
if
their
right
is
divine
As
if
their
right
sublime

1 You’re the Best Thing
2 Shout To the Top
3 My Ever Changing Moods
4 The Whole Point II
5 Headstart For Happiness
6 A Stones Throw Away
7 Blood Sports
8 It's A Very Deep Sea
9 The Paris Match - Early Version
10 Changing Of The Guard
11 Luck
12 Boy Who Cried Wolf
13 Here’s One That Got Away
14 All Gone Away
15 (When You) Call Me
16 A Casual Affair
17 Long Hot Summer
18 A Solid Bond In Your Heart
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