You tried to bring us down,
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You tried to beat us to the ground,
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You play loud,
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But you have nothing to say,
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Posh boy's can't play.
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You have your eyes on our prize,
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Lots of really silly little daft little rock n roll lies,
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Flash before your eyes.
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You have nothing to say,
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(skin up again)
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No one is coming to your show,
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(hair cut again)
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Someone has pipped you to the post,
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(Dee club again)
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You can try to break us,
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But you'll only make us,
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Our heads are screwed on far too fucking tight - (oh so very tight)
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Spent the night in prison only for the reason.
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Can anyone tell me what I am about to say.
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Posh boys can't play.
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Here's some things that you told yourself.
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I'll have a brit award standing very pretty with a shine,
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On your bedroom shelf.
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Posh Boys
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