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This is thee sound of an army in rage |
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The kids are taking over the streets again |
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The sound of broken bottles in the night, intense fright |
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Look out the punx are back, the crew is out tonight |
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Attack, Attack the crew is out again |
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(It's a nightmare x3) |
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No more preaching for the kids of today |
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The youth are unemployed and full of hate |
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Drinking fucking beer until daylight breaks |
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You can see the anger in their fucking faces |
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Angry fucking kids, urban youth of today |
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The system fucked them up, in their eyes you see hate |
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Sound of broken bottles in the night intense fright |
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Look out the punx are back, the crew is out tonight |
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Attack, Attack the crew is out again |
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(It's a nightmare x3) |
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This is the sound of an army enraged |
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The kids are taking over the streets again |
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Another rebel youth is on the make |
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Your not street smart, you'll never understand |
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Chaos is the rule for the youth of today |
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Drinking 40 ounces in the dark alley ways |
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Sound of broken bottles in the night intense fright |
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Look out the punx are back, the crew is out tonight |
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Attack, Attack, the crew is out again |
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(It's a nightmare x3) |
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This is thee sound of an army in rage |
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The kids are taking over the streets again |
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The sound of broken bottles in the night, intense fright |
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Look out the punx are back, the crew is out tonight |
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Attack, Attack the crew is out again |
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(It's a nightmare x7) |
