| On our way to the game, faces and attitudes still the same
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| Looking for the other crew, we’re mob handed we’re looking at you
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| Waiting in a backstreet bar, spotters out in the car
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| Word goes out that their firms here, check who’s coming and down yer beer
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| It’s kickin' off
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| It’s kickin' off at the station
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| It’s kickin' off
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| It’s kickin' off around the nation
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| Catch 'em walking down the street, going to the proper meet
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| They see us and try to run, now we’re gonna have some fun
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| Get 'em cornered by the ground, screaming victims, lovely sound
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| Some lay bleeding on the floor ask 'em if they want some more?
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| It’s kickin' off
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| It’s kickin' off at the station
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| It’s kickin' off
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| It’s kickin' off around the nation
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| Stanleys out, cut 'em deep, there’s a present you can keep
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| We’ll see you on your turf, then we’ll see what you’re fucking worth
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| Call us up, we’ll come to you, come and slap your two bob crew
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| We’re the firm that you can’t touch, number one too fucking much
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| It’s kickin' off
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| It’s kickin' off at the station
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| It’s kickin' off
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| It’s kickin' off around the nation |