| On city streets you need to
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| Be careful who you speak to
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| Or look at or touch as that’s enough
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| To get you in too deep
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| Oh, what a laugh to hurt one
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| Humiliate and murk one
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| A country in need where bloods don’t bleed
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| What are you going to do?
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| Victorian, Georgian, Roman or Norman
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| Before the Gregorian, violence breeds
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| Don’t matter what era, there’s always a fear there
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| Hops to make beer, that’s all you need
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| It’s bait to be faithful but nasty and hateful
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| People aren’t grateful, they sow the seed
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| Into their offspring, most likely costing
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| Kids to be fostering idea’s that lead to
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| Fighting, biting, run for your lives
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| Shanking and spanking, run for your lives
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| Hitting and spitting, run for your lives
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| It’ll never change, it’ll never change
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| It’ll never change, it’ll never change
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| It’ll never change
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| Run for your lives
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| Run for your lives
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| Get your head down and hoods up
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| Don’t you look sharp or fix up
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| If weapons are words then don’t be heard
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| Silence equals peace
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| Victorian, Georgian, Roman or Norman
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| Before the Gregorian, violence breeds
|
| Don’t matter what era, there’s always a fear there
|
| Hops to make beer, that’s all you need
|
| It’s bait to be faithful but nasty and hateful
|
| People aren’t grateful, they sow the seed
|
| Into their offspring, most likely costing
|
| Kids to be fostering idea’s that lead to
|
| Fighting, biting, run for your lives
|
| Shanking and spanking, run for your lives
|
| Hitting and spitting, run for your lives
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| It’ll never change, it’ll never change
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| We will never change, we will never change
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| It’ll never change
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| Run for your lives
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| Run for your lives
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| Run for your lives
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| Run for your lives |