| Leather boots poundin' the floor
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| Black and shiny kickin' the door
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| The police, hit the streets
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| They would never take the boots off of their feet
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| If I break the law and get caught
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| I could get smashed in the face
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| By the big boys
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| 'Cause they’re frightened by the real world
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| Frightened by the real world
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| Scared of the real world
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| Oh yeah
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| I saw a cop, he looked pretty shot
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| By some criminals, left there to rot
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| I took a look, no one around
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| I put on his boots and stomped on the ground
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| Stood tall and felt so strong
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| I wanted to be just like them
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| So I could hurt somebody
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| Hurt somebody
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| Hurt somebody, hurt somebody
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| Scared of the real world
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| Oh yeah
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| Scared of the real world
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| Oh yeah
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| Don’t litter or score in the dark
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| Don’t kill your lover and don’t overpark
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| Cause if you murder or if you loot
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| Get the heel of my new leather boots
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| If I break the law and get caught
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| You could get smashed in the face
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| By this young boy
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| Who is frightened by the real world
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| This boy is frightened by the real world
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| I gonna hurt somebody
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| 'Cause I’m frightened of the real world
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| Oh yeah |