| In the street of our town
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| thereґs a band on the run.
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| And theyґre always looking for fun.
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| They left their cell
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| with a rebel yell
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| And they headed towards the town.
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| Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
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| The streets aint safe no more.
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| Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
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| Yeah they have lost all control
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| Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
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| Now they are ready to rockґn roll.
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| Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
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| Witch converse shoes and cheap tattoos
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| Theyґre going out to seek their roots.
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| Blisterhead the scream and shout
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| Kick the windows out.
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| In the street of our town
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| thereґs a band on the run.
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| And theyґre always looking for fun.
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| They left their cell
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| with a rebel yell
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| And they headed towards the town.
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| They wanna riot, they wanna fight
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| The kids are ready coz itґs friday night
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| The punx they know, the word is out,
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| the hooligans are back so shout. |