| We stay unreported, like a jackin on a bus
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| And them man too scared of repercussions to dish the dirt on us
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| «I'm a fearless little mug that really couldn’t give a Fuck,»
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| We stay unreported, like a jackin on a bus
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| And them man too scared of repercussions to dish the dirt on us
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| «I'm a fearless little mug that really couldn’t give a Fuck,»
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| If you dig it or you rate it so here’s my views on UK punk
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| Well, I can count on both hands the bands I think are worth a damn
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| They’ve got the passion and the love and aren’t afraid to say «F**k the man»
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| To an empty club or a venue rammed, so me and my boys and girl are gonna get in
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| the van
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| And most are so bland that they don’t cop no fans then they just wither up and
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| die like an old man
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| You’ve gotta stamp your own brand and ideas on a scene
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| Or an overflowing bucket of shite is all it will ever be
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| Too much violence and bloodshed inna my hometown
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| And in that dog just keeps on biting it’s gonna have to be put down
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| While the whip is accelerating keep on putting my foot down
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| I take a look round at this city we call home
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| And if you reside outside the M25, then I’m afraid you’re just not involved
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| Most are stoned fam, then they crack open cans
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| Then the youngsters start to up and die more than the old man
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| Still we stand alone man, while the blood of another stains the streets
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| Another statistic is all they will ever be |