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There's a kid who was born and was raised in the west
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There's a kid from the east who never really fit in with the rest
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Every week they would meet in the street with their friends
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With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole
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they would fight to their death
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This time we'll have victory
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Last time ended in a defeat
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Our town becomes a battleground
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West End Riot
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We'll be here next Saturday
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With our guns and our heads held high
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So listen up boys, you'd better not cry this time
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See a bum on the street that you think you recognise
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Young kid never looked so bad, when he was only 4ft high
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Six o'clock runnin' home I don't wanna be late
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Another Saturday of sun and war shared with our mates
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Boys will be boys playing up and making lots of noise
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Never used to talk about the future
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Never thought that we'd have to care
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So WEST END RIOT!!!
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There's a man who was born in the west workin?at a factory
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There's a man from the east who know runs the whole company
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How they've grown on their own not like the kids they used to be
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Saturdays of sun and war are just fond memories
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West End Riot
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| The Living End |
