| I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
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| You need a little jump of electrical shockers
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| You better leave town if you only wanna knock us Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers
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| You see the rate they come down the escalator
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| Now listen to the tube train accelerator
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| Then you realise that you got to have a purpose
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| Or this place is gonna knock you out sooner or later
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| So don’t complain about your useless employment
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| Jack it in forever tonight
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| Or shut your mouth and pretend you enjoy it Think of all the money you’ve got
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| An’I wanna liquefy everybody gone dry
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| Or plug into the aerials that poke up in the sky
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| Or burn down the suburbs with the half-closed eyes
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| You won’t succeed unless you try
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| You owe me a move say the bells of St. Groove
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| Come on and show me say the bells of Old Bowie
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| When I am fitter say the bells of Gary Glitter
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| No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
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| No one but you and I say the bells of Prince Far-I
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| An’I wanna move the town to the clash city rockers
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| You need a little jump of electrical shockers
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| You better leave town if you only wanna knock us Nothing stands the pressure of the clash city rockers |