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I'm a thug tonight |
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Full of piss and spite |
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When I'm feeling like being impolite |
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'Cause some fuck stole my bike |
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And I had to walk here tonight |
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So I'm looking for an unfair fight |
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(One, two, three, four) |
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Death of a bike thief (Whoa) |
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Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief |
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You wanna see my inner hooligan? |
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Just make me walks the streets again |
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Without my two-wheel temple |
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I miss my, my bicycle |
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Was all I had |
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And now she's in |
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Another man's hands |
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Heading for the pawn |
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In Oregon |
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We had good times - bye, babe, so long |
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(One, two, three, four) |
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Death of a bike thief (Whoa) |
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Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief |
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You wanna see my inner hooligan? |
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Just make me walks the streets again |
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Without my two-wheel temple |
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I miss my, my bicycle |
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Was all I ever, ever had |
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It was all I had |
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So now you die |
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Now you die |
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Yeah, so, like, my bike got stolen and now it's totally gutted, you know? You know, it's got cracked rims and a waterlogged seat and no rear cog - only one pedal, actually only one left handlebar too, and her frame was cracked, and her chain was all rusty, |
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and her tires were flat, her spokes were missing and shit, but, man, she was mine and I fucking miss her, you know? |
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Death of a bike thief (Whoa) |
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Death of a bike thief, death of a bike thief |
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You wanna see my inner hooligan? |
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Just make me walks the streets again |
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Without my two-wheel temple |
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I miss my, my bicycle |
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Was all I had |
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So now you die |
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Now you die |
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Die, motherfucker |
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Die, motherfucker |
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Die, motherfucker |
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Die, motherfucker, die |
