| She’s hot any heavy
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| getting loaded and ready for the rock show
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| just wanna dance and never care 'bout a thing
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| except the tempo (tempo, tempo)
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| and there ain’t nothing to hide
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| so put your cards on the table
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| (dance on the table)
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| and say hello to my boys
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| 'cause I know that’s what you came for
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| yeah that’s what you came for
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| they call us working class punx
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| chasing all the dreams that are
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| out of our reach
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| working class punx
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| that’s what they say
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| but we don’t give a f
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| he’s out of line
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| it’s the time of his life
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| no one can stop this (no one can stop me)
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| wears his heart on a tee, skinny jeans
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| yeah he’s been waiting (waiting, waiting)
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| and when the curtain falls
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| give it all that you got now
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| and drop jaws on the floor
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| cause now we got the (we got the new sound)
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| they call us working class punx
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| chasing all the dreams that are
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| out of our reach
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| and we will never give it up
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| (c-c-c-call us)
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| just call us working class punx
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| painting our streets
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| in glitter and blood
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| working class punx
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| that’s what they say
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| but we don’t give a fuck
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| working class punx
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| working class punx
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| they call us working class punx
|
| chasing all the dreams that are
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| out of our reach
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| and we will never give it up
|
| (c-c-c-call us)
|
| just call us working class punx
|
| painting our streets
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| in glitter and blood
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| working class punx
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| that’s what they say
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| but we don’t give a fuck |