| Did you see the stylish kids in the riot
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| We were shovelled up like muck
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| Set the night on fire
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| Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
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| You know I cherish you my love
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| But there’s a rumour spread nasty disease around town
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| Caught round the houses with your trousers down
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| A headrush in the bush
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| You know I cherish you my love
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| How i cherish you my love
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| What can you want now you’ve got it all
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| The whole scene is obscene
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| Time will strip it away
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| A year and a day
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| And Bill Bones
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| Bill Bones he knows what I mean
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| Yes it’s eating no it’s chewing me up It’s not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood
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| Oh it’s all
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| It’s all trouble in my hands
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| And its all up the walls
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| Well the stale chips are up and the hopes stakes are down
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| Its these ignorant faces that bring this town down
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| Yeah I sighed and sunken with pride
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| I passed myself down on my knees
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| Yes I passed myself down on my knees
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| What can you want now you’ve got it all
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| The whole scene is obscene
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| Time will strip it away
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| A year and a day
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| And Bill Bones
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| Bill Bones knows what I really mean
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| There are fewer more distressing sights than that
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| Of an Englishman in a baseball cap
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| Yeah we’ll die in the class we were born
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| That’s a class of our own my love
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| Were in a class of our own my love
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| Did you see the stylish kids in the riot
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| We were shovelled up like muck
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| Then set the night on fire
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| Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
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| You know I cherish you my love
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| Oh how I cherish you my love. |