| Kids standing in the streets
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| Angry faces and weapons on their feet
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| Broken step broken bottles on the ground
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| Tension’s thick you can feel it all around
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| A bottle flies someone falls to the ground
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| There’s a pool of blood and there’s fighting all around
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| Blood runs hot and no one asks why
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| Runs like the respect that they always get denied
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| Dead end boys they push out to keep us down
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| So we stick together so we don’t get pushed around
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| Dead end boys you say but what’d you expect
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| At the bottom of the ladder you take what you can get
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| Standing by each other’s the way it’s got to be
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| Not turning on your brothers like the ones we always see
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| No knife in your back every time your back is turned
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| What you give you get, get respect and don’t get burned
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| The papers show the hatred but not the fire in our eyes
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| Show the violence in the streets but don’t ask why
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| We’ll take their lies take their abuse and we deal with it all
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| Cause at the end of the day we still stand tall
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| Dead end boys in the streets
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| Dead end boys weapons on their feet
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| Dead end boys won’t keep us down
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| Dead end boys won’t push us down |