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Guns, guns kill students
So they should, there’s too many of them around
I’m no one, just a shadow moving
Hear the thud, as the bodies hit the ground
In the pubs in the clubs in the bars in the tubs, in the barn-yard dance for civilised thugs
Daddy we’re all loaded, every one is loving us now
In their nice leather shoes, singing songs about the blues
Drinking moonshine out of a champagne flute
Man its wide open, just put one in and mow them down
Yeah I’ve got a gun and its so much fun, whoever said only the good die young
When the ground opens, who’ll be there to meet them now, going down
I wont rush take it slow and steady, next month I’m putting targets round the house
So when the time comes, boy I’ll be ready and I’ll sneak up quiet as a mouse
In the pubs in the clubs in the bars in the tubs, in the barn-yard dance for civilised thugs
Daddy we’re all loaded, every one is loving us now
With Hugo and his floozy hanging in the Jacuzzi love to slap him once but his dad might sue me,
He’ll find them floating when I’m long out of town
Ah I’ve got a gun and it’s so much fun, splish splash cut down at 21
When the ground opens, who’ll be there to meet them now, going down
Guns, guns kill students, no that’s good, it keeps the numbers down
You hear shots, far off screams from the union, and you’re lost, just take a look around
Lizzy poo and her crew making friends in the queue
Love your hand bag matches your sandals too
Man it’s fine, just fire another round
I’ve got a gun and its so much fun, whoever said only the good die young
When the ground opens, he’ll be there to meet them now, going down
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Fear
03:20
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Walking back through Finchley
Saw some blazer boys dancing at a garden party
Drinking chilled white wine by the marquee
And I wouldn’t wanna dance to their type of music,
So I’m not going to dance to their type of music
Then I sparked one of them in the face
It don’t matter, it’s alright I made him see it my way
One of them showed me to the door
Two coats nothing more, I just got what I could and
Fucked off to the offie,
Saw some city boys geared up on after dinner coffee
Speaking too loud into a mobile,
No they wouldn’t raise a hand, hey it’s not their style
But they’ve got picture phones that go off in the night
Next stop my face behind a window and a bobby’s blue light
What the fuck are you doing round here
Ain’t got time for you type of people down here
They turned my town hall into luxury apartments
Got you all moving in turn the pubs to wine bars
But they wont stop with one, it’s so much fun
Just wanna smash his head in, in his pin striped jacket
Saw a few kids down by the corner
Looked at us and started quick talking
Dropped his chips and started quick walking
‘Well I swear to you I ain’t got no phone or nothing’
Well son, you got a fucked face coming
And he didn’t listen, he didn’t heed
All our careful reminders, all our good deeds
So we took him away from the others
Started calling out for his older brothers
And we looked down to see what we had found
Just one lost kid, a few coins on the ground
And a hate so clean, no I don’t mind
Just wanna beat the shit out of a pretty boy twice my size
And even the streets started talking
It’s a he, he’s a twat, always chats complete crap
But I’m not too fussy about company
Just watch the TV, put things in cages
Burn the names of cinemas from the yellow pages
My achievements span the ages
And if something comes on TV that I don’t like
I don’t stand idly by or take it in my stride
No I turn the channel
Yeah turn the channel
Turned the channel so many times, no I don’t know who I am, tell me who am I
All you’ve got is fear, Fear Fear Fear
Turn the channel
Fear Fear
Turn the channel
Fear Fear
Turn the channel
Fear Fear Fear
Turn the
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The Odd Pupil
02:33
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This is not my real girlfriend
Its unrequited love my friend
I know its not the thing to do
But for you I can still pretend
Why can’t you be happy
I can’t just give it to anybody
Why won’t you please have me now
I’m a victim of circumstance
But I can give it a second chance
And now it seems the hurts on you
I wanna give you some new romance
Nobody can reach me
I’m no good at baring gladly
Why won’t you please show me how
I got something to tell you too
I’ll always be in love with you
If you’re lonely, you can call me now
I was born to lose my friend
I always need an ear to bend
Don’t wanna be a strain on you
But I could do with a hand to lend
I’m yearning, concerning
My love in vain for you’s still burning
What makes you attract me girl, tell me girl
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Thugs For God
03:45
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I haven’t been tactile to touch
But now I guess it don’t take much
Cos’ I’ve felt things that can’t be seen
Like crystal visions from a dream
And all these things I took for granted
Running around my head
Cos’ I can be sure but don’t make a sound
Cos’ I can’t go on if you’re not around, no no no
There’s no use in wandering why
Some things cannot be denied
But when the push had come to shove
I couldn’t live without your love
And all these things I took for granted
Running around your head
Cos’ love is a word that’s bandied around
Without any worth run into the ground, no no no
Come, come unto me, I’m under your thumb, so why can’t you see
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