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On city streets you need to |
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Be careful who you speak to |
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Or look at or touch |
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As that's enough |
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To get you in too deep |
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Oh what a laugh to hurt one |
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Humiliate and merc one |
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A country in need |
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Where bloods don't bleed |
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What are you going to do? |
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Victorian, Georgian, Roman or Norman |
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Before the Gregorian, violence breeds |
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Don't matter what era, |
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there's always a fear there |
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Hop's to make beer there, |
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that's all you need |
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It's bait to be fateful but nasty and hateful |
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People aren't grateful, they sow the seed |
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Into their offspring, most likely costing |
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Kids to be fostering idea's that lead to |
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Fighting, biting |
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Run for your lives |
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Shanking, skanking |
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Run for you lives |
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Hitting, Spitting |
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Run for your lives |
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It'll never change |
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It'll never change |
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It'll never change |
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It'll never change |
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It'll never change |
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Run for your lives |
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Run for your lives |
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Get your head down when hoods up |
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Don't you look sharp or fix up |
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If weapons are words then don't be heard |
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Silence equals peace |
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Victorian, Georgian, Roman or Norman |
|
Before the Gregorian, violence breeds |
|
Don't matter what era, |
|
there's always a fear there |
|
Hop's to make beer there, |
|
that's all you need |
|
It's bait to be fateful but nasty and hateful |
|
People aren't grateful, they sow the seed |
|
Into their offspring, most likely costing |
|
Kids to be fostering idea's that lead to |
|
Fighting, biting |
|
Run for your lives |
|
Shanking, skanking |
|
Run for you lives |
|
Hitting, Spitting |
|
Run for your lives |
|
It'll never change |
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It'll never change |
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We will never change |
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We will never change |
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It'll never change |
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Run for your lives |
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Run for your lives |
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Run for your lives |
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Run for your lives |
