| Build yourselves up, make yourselves strong
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| We are the urban tribesmen
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| Suffer not you’ve done nothing wrong
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| We are the urban tribesmen
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| We dance, we move, we twist and groove
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| We are the urban tribesmen
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| Screaming, wailing, we call the tune
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| To all your furious youth
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| The glories of war (are a bore)
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| The glories of war (what a bore)
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| Light up the fires
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| Light up the fires
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| A king is born
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| Incestuous heroes come forth
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| Let your hair and nails grow
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| Forget the past
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| Let’s go — now go
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| Incestuous heroes come forth
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| Let your hair and nails grow
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| Forget the past
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| Let’s go — now go
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| As you sleep
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| Our marching feet invade your land
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| In your gardens we intrude
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| With the voice of furious youth
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| Adolescence is our toy
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| See us run with joy
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| In the jungle where we belong
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| We behave like urban tribesmen
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| The glories of war (of war)
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| The glories of war (of war)
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| Incestuous heroes come forth the glories of war
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| Incestuous heroes come forth the glories of war
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| Incestuous heroes come forth the glories of war
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| Incestuous heroes come forth the glories of war… |