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An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers |
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You need a little jump of electrical shockers |
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You better leave town if you only wanna knock us |
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Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers |
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You see the rate they come down the escalator |
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Now listen to the tube train accelerator |
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Then you realise that you got to have a purpose |
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Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later |
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So don't complain about your useless employment |
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Jack it in forever tonight |
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Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it |
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Think of all the money you've got |
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An' I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry |
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Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky |
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Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes |
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You won't succeed unless you try |
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You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove |
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Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie |
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When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter |
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No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I |
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No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I |
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An' I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers |
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You need a little jump of electrical shockers |
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You better leave town if you only wanna knock us |
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Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers |
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Rock rock Clash city rockers |
