| But i ain’t taking the piss
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| Just wanna say the truth
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| Cos that’s how this song is
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| Cos there’s too many people
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| Thinking they’re just like us
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| And if you wanna know the truth
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| They’re full of puss
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| Hey little rich boy what do you wanna do
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| Wanna be a rebel in your
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| New bondage suit
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| Got a license to scream anarchy
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| It’s all over now
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| Your daddy he could buy you
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| Anything you want
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| But the fact that matters most
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| Is that he can’t
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| He can’t buy our way of living
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| It’s all over now
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| Now i know what you wanna be
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| You’re crying inside to be some one like me
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| The truth hurts more than anything
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| That is why those words that you sing
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| Now i’m standing on the water front
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| I wanna know who’s the biggest c*nt
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| Cos on the waterfronts where
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| You wanna be
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| It’s all over now
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| You wanna plat at being rebels
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| But you know you ain’t on that level
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| And if you could change for just a day
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| You would’t wanna stay that way
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| You wouldn’t want to stay that way
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| You’d soon run back to what you was
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| And that can only be because
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| A little public scoolboy sing
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| About the waterfront
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| You don’t know what it means
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| You poor misguided c*nt
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| But it ain’t really the place to go
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| Listen to the ones
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| The ones who really know
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| Yeah i mean the dockers sons
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| The forgotten ones you know
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| I know that you wanna be like me
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| You hate being in your middle class tree
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| Cos on the waterfronts where
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| You want to be
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| Where you wanna be |