| Things were getting hot in the night,
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| And the air wasn’t feeling right,
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| Word is out the mighty could fall,
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| Like so many empires before,
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| Rivalry was cutting deep,
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| So many vendettas how could they sleep?
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| Tonight the prince is losing his crown,
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| Here comes the Lygon Street Meltdown,
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| He recalled his mother’s words,
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| «crime will never pay,
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| you cross the line, then you will suffer»,
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| Lygon Street meltdown,
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| Underbelly bubblin' up,
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| (we hear the), Carlton crew is getting rough,
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| Back stabbin’s outta control,
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| No one to trust with what you know,
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| Then the squealing tyres were a give away,
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| Gangsters SKAttering up Faraday,
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| Blood will be the currency tonight,
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| Gloves are off and the war ignites,
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| Shots crack out from the slick sedan,
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| Taking out the top dog was the plan,
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| Double barrel ricohet,
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| Watch the boys come out to play,
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| Rapid fire from the left, took a bullet to the head,
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| Homicide here in the street and you know it will repeat,
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| Gangland wars' in town,
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| It’s a Lygon Street meltdown. |