| It’s the end of the year
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| I have just settled here
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| It may not be much, but it’s enough
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| Yet trouble has sprung from the pubs and the clubs
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| We’ll see blood soon, when the night’s through
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| Still you can have it all, there’s a hole in the wall
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| Get some money and we’ll show them
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| This is our territory, this patch belongs to me
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| Why don’t they understand but I’ve got a plan?
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| So come take my hand
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| And sleep well tonight
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| Tomorrow we fight, oh, would you like it in town?
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| As the bass drums boom by
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| So leave this lay-by, I’ve this excuse for a town
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| Oh, now that everybody knows all about me
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| Oh, I’ve been rumbled, I’ve been sold
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| Born with plenty, you’re left all empty
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| You can have it all, there’s a hole in the wall
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| Get some dough out and and we’ll show out
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| Why can’t they understand but I’ve got a plan?
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| So come take my hand
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| And sleep well tonight
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| Tomorrow we fight, oh, would you like it in town?
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| As the bass drums boom by
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| We’ll leave this lay-by, this excuse for a town
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| Oh, now that everybody knows all about me
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| Oh, I’ve been rumbled, I’ve been sold
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| Born with plenty, you’re left all empty
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| Now sleep well tonight
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| Tomorrow we fight, oh, would you like it in town?
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| Oh, as the bass drums boom by
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| We’ll leave this lay-by, this excuse for a town
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| Oh, now that everybody knows all about me
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| Oh, I’ve been rumbled, I’ve been sold
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| Born with plenty, you’re left all empty |