Cor blimey
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Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big 'un,
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Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm.
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Being tough'n'tough is my kind of fun
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But, of course I never do no harm.
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Ain't my fault I like cracking bones,
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Gives me a funny kind of thrill,
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And I can't help smiling at the pathetic moans,
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When I go in for the kill.
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Tribal wars are raging, there's a battlefield on the street,
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There's games to play
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And hell to pay
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When the rival tribal rebels meet.
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Why can't people just leave me be?
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Can't help doing what I do,
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I'll do anybody who ain't like me
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So forget your what, why or who.
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I ain't got no purpose and I don't give a fuck,
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I never asked for this life.
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If you're looking for reasons you're out of luck,
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I'll show you the point with my knife.
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Tribal wars are raging, no-one's safe out on their own,
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The gangs are about
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And they scream and shout,
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So you'd better not be caught alone.
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I did it cos there ain't nothing else to do,
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Nowhere'll let me in..
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It ain't my fault I want to hurt and screw
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So I've destroyed every place where I've been.
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I had trouble at the local so they won't serve me there,
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I just had to chivvy up this bloke,
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Left him with a smile cut from ear to ear.
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But the bleeder never got the joke.
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I used to have a bird but I put her up the spout
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So I had to tell her where to get off.
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Well, you can't blame me if I want to get about,
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If you're a man you've gotta be tough.
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I used to go down the cafe for tea
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But my boot got attacked by the door,
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So now it ain't open for the likes of me
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And we're back on the streets like before.
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Tribal wars are raging, our heroes are standing tall,
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But the truth of the matter,
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If you cut out the patter,
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Is that pride always comes before the fall.
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They can stand on the corner
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With their violence and their hate,
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Stand there and fester
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Till they've left it too late
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To realise it's themselves they've put their on the spot
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Cos they've wasted the one and only life that they've got.
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Tribal wars are raging, everyone's acting out bad parts,
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Hey big man, take a look at yourself it's in the mirror that the real war starts.
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Rival Tribal Revel Rebel (Pt. 2)
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