| They treat me like a savage
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| On me they took advantage
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| When I was young and growing up in town
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| All o' them badjohns used to slap me down
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| Kicked me and all them stuff
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| Give me some big, big cuff
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| I really grew up rough and tough
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| Now I’m a rebel
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| I seeking meh revenge in any kind o' way
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| I’m a devil
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| I don’t laugh, I don’t smile, I don’t play
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| Anytime we meet, man-to-man
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| It’s blood and sand!
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| They really think I forget
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| How I get so much clouted
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| They used to bluff me when I leaving school
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| Take off meh cap and tap me like a fool
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| While they were in their glee
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| I was in misery
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| Like any Good Friday bobolee
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| Now I’m a rebel
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| I seeking meh revenge in any kind o' way
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| I’m a devil
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| I don’t laugh, I don’t smile, I don’t play
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| Anytime we meet, man-to-man
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| It’s blood and sand!
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| All I could do was cry, cry
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| And go home with a black eye
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| When I was twelve I was a laughing stock
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| Known as a pappy-show from block to block
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| Always, always in a fix
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| Whenever they do their tricks
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| I’m always getting innocent licks
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| Now I’m a rebel
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| I seeking my revenge in any kind o' way
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| I’m a devil
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| I don’t laugh, I don’t smile, I don’t play
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| Anytime we meet, man-to-man
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| It’s blood and sand!
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| Once my schoolmaster told me
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| He wish police could hold me
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| When I was expelled I was left to roam
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| Put out from school, also put out from home
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| That’s why I want to meet
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| Them badjohns on the street
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| To show them how revenge is sweet
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| I am a rebel
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| I seeking my revenge in any kind o' way
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| I’m a devil
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| I don’t laugh, I don’t smile, I don’t play
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| Anytime we meet, man-to-man
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| It’s blood and sand! |