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Scratch one more to the body count |
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Another dead kid you don't care about |
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Forget what the papers read |
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Safe in your house while another kid bleeds |
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Everyone of us to blame |
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For each capital teen who died in vain |
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We are f**king worse if not the same |
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We read the filth and forget the names |
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No money for a funeral |
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'Til you sell your story out to the world |
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Hoods up knifes out "protect ya neck" |
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With no remorse and no respect |
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And for every teen who lost their life |
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Hung on the end of a kitchen knife |
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We will carve this cross into your chest |
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To remind you of this f**king mess |
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Kitchen knifes and the silent kill |
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Gun shots start the rumour mill |
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Lets take this back to the old school |
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Live out our lives by the Queensberry rules |
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Two fists clenched tight |
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Two f**king wrong-uns |
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Who both think there're right |
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The bigger they are |
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The harder they f**king fall |
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No money for a funeral |
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'Til you sell your story to |
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The rest of the world |
| [01:55.04] |
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| [01:55.63] |
Hoods up knifes out "protect ya neck" |
| [01:57.38] |
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| [01:58.04] |
No remorse and no respect |
| [02:00.40] |
And for every teen who lost there life |
| [02:02.80] |
Hung on the end of a kitchen knife |
| [02:05.12] |
We will carve a cross into your chest |
| [02:07.07] |
To remind you of this f**king mess |
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The union jack has bled away |
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It's black and white and it's f**king grey |
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The cells are cold the streets are the same |
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Its been a dead summer |
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And were praying for rain |
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Your heart of gold is dead and cold |
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And you wonder when your dreams got old |
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Walk yourselves down to the thames |
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And throw you knifes in so that this can end |
