| Why can’t you just leave me alone?
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| I can’t even go out on my own
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| Stupid bastard you can stare
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| You’d like to punch me if you dare
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| You think you’re clever in your gang
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| You wear the same clothes and talk in slang
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| You discuss the people you’d like to hit
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| But I know you, you stupid tit
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| You’d like to punch me but you’re not quite sure
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| 'Cos I might hit back and break your jaw
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| I could even kill some cunt
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| And be like you in the National Front
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| Supporting England and standing proud
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| Seek protection in the crowd
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| Fucking hell we must be tough
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| Just watch me punch this poof
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| And, yes, let’s go out with the lads
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| But don’t forget the latest fads
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| Spouting shit like «ban the bomb»
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| Let’s fuck all under the sun
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| You’ve slaughtered them once, you’ll do it again
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| Grow rich of their backs
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| Your school teachers and history
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| But hide all the facts |