| Down in the town in the stinky clubs
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| I’m pissed near a collapse, but I won’t stop
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| My hair is died, I’m a complete flop
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| But I can’t take it, man!
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| I was raised as a son who should get on
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| But what has become of me, their son?
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| I’m Oi-possessed and like my way
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| What has become of me?
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| I wanna be a dirty punk!
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| Studs & chains and leather braces
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| You wanna be a dirty punk!
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| Do live fast and sod their phrases
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| — Dirty Punk!
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| Now heading for the welfare
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| Run down is what you say
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| Just watch me when I run amok, and try to
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| Hide from me
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| I never really cared 'bout what they thought
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| I won’t give in 'til I peg out. |
| 'cause I
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| Won’t end up like my dad, it’s sheer conformity
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| Down in the town in the stinky clubs
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| I’m pissed near a collapse, but I won’t stop
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| My hair is died, I’m a complete flop
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| But I can’t take it, man!
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| Was raised as a son who should get on
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| But I rather do it on my own
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| I’m Oi-possessed and won’t conform
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| What has become of me? |