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Once upon a time, in a place |
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There lived a gang of boys who would barter with fate |
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Pissed about, avoiding a start of a day |
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When things get annoying like bills and low paid shifts |
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Skipped class and aimed to go arsing about |
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Nick beer from the nearest Tesco's around |
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Fear nothing but a dear mother's pout |
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So the ****ery would start just as soon as they left home |
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Skate in a car park, chased by the guards |
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Seeing no cinema scenes but this one is one |
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Hella half arsed dickheads in an R coloured mimicking the |
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On the checker of an oyster |
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Make it two-five, you don't give us many choices |
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Boisterous dim-witted boys on a loiter |
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See me skip a class to engage myself in coitus |
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Anyways, I digress, man |
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(Yo, Lausse, get back to the point, man) |
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Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my bad |
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We would skate car parks and go spray paint |
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Get chased by guards, lob bricks at the trains |
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Go squat rave weekly and try stay sane |
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Seeing ODs, guns, stabs, and keys to the face |
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So, I chant to myself, "Run, run when they sing |
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Have fun fill your heart, doing dumb little things" |
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Paint, fight, steal some, run when the pigs come |
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Lausse fills the dark, doing scummy little things |
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Bunch of devils found a funny place to breathe |
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The ruins of a temple called Abandoned Factory |
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They would spend their days there, pretend to climbing trees |
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Stepping over some syringes, avoiding HIV |
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See, the brats were back at it again |
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Marking flags with the tip of their pens |
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Skating on the rooftops, chilling 'til a huge chopper |
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Came down and chased 'em right out of their den (****) |
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And there, out of nowhere, to the rascals' disbelief |
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Came a chopper flying at them, on the sides written, "Police" |
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Run, run when they swing |
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Feel the air as the blades from the helicopter sing |
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Paint, fight, steal some, run when the pigs come |
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Run fast though now, yo |
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They thought quick then upped the pace, balaclava to the face |
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Saying, "Sayonara" to the chopper seemed a bit irrational |
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Blacka went full cannibal mode and tried to jump seven meters |
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Devils simmered down and took the time to take a breather |
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And figure out a plan (goddamn) |
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"How the **** we gonna lose a chopper, man?" |
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(What happened next?) |
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They start considering the seven-meter dimwit plan |
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Once they start hearing sirens in the distance |
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And I swear that I mean it when I say that, for an instant |
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I envisioned my ass in the cell, then I snapped up, relaxed |
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Put the cans in the back, gathered round, made a plan |
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Counted to three, and we ran past the cars in the streets |
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(Whoop-whoop, that's the sound of the police) |
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Swoop-swoop, that's the sound of the ground against my feet |
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As I whistle past the air and disappear into the alleyway |
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Steer towards the underground, and hand of death the barricade |
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The guy says, "Come back!", I said, "Do one" |
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(Please mind the gap) fine, but please get a move on! |
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See me get a tree powered train to the south |
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Where I met with mates, and we partied in the house |
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Eyes met with a girl |
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Run, run when he sings |
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See, he'll try to have your heart just to fill up on his own |
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Done being chased by the piggies in the road |
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Kitty's rush now comes from the vulnerable girls |
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Careful, fuccbois on the loose |
