In the street of our town
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there´s a band on the run.
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And they´re always looking for fun.
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They left their cell
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with a rebel yell
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And they headed towards the town.
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Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
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The streets aint safe no more.
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Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
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Yeah they have lost all control
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Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
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Now they are ready to rock´n roll.
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Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
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Witch converse shoes and cheap tattoos
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They´re going out to seek their roots.
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Blisterhead the scream and shout
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Kick the windows out.
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In the street of our town
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there´s a band on the run.
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And they´re always looking for fun.
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They left their cell
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with a rebel yell
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And they headed towards the town.
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They wanna riot, they wanna fight
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The kids are ready coz it´s friday night
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The punx they know, the word is out,
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the hooligans are back so shout.
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On Parole
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| Blisterhead |
