| Work all day at a shit 9−5, boss don’t car if you live or you die,
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| morning toast tastes like cyanide
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| You’re angry, you’re angry and you don’t know why
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| You’re angry, you’re angry and that’s alright
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| And if you’re feeling, a little murderous inside today
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| They say crime don’t pay, well neither do they
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| And if you’re feeling, like nothing ever fucking goes your way
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| They say crime don’t pay, well neither do they
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| Packed out train like a tin of Sardines, doors slide open but nobody leaves,
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| more pile in till you can’t breath
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| You’re angry, you’re angry and you don’t know why
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| So you’ve saved up hard for the car of your dreams, service done and a new MOT,
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| first day out blows to smithereens
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| You’re angry, you’re angry and you don’t know why
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| You’re angry, you’re angry and that’s alright
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| And if you’re feeling, a little murderous inside today
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| They say crime don’t pay, well neither do they
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| And if you’re feeling, like nothing ever fucking goes your way
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| They say crime don’t pay, but neither do they
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| Crime don’t pay, and neither do they
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| Crime don’t pay, and neither do they
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| Crime don’t pay, and neither do they
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| Crime don’t pay, and neither do they |