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Disorder here cause you're fucked |
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Wait it out |
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Those dirty blue boys lost again |
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They've got no style i write me own |
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Buying up bottle and precious stones |
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Burn the cops and renegades |
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Disorder |
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Don't give a fuck |
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Work your bayonet off your gun |
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Now why not smash his head down |
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Your client talk about rocking the boat |
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Well your guts don't seem to have had any luck |
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[repeat chorus] |
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That bloke must have his fucking way |
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But we are nervous, but insane |
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The government are running scarred |
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The blues are bound to come in (one of) |
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These days |
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[repeat chorus] |
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Grab your pay addict yourself |
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They bet your nothing by yourself |
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But one day we will have a say |
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But whatever happens you'd better beware |
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[repeat chorus] |
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Disorder [repeat] |
