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Young boy say you got a bad attitude |
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A problem child, a creature of a mis-spent youth |
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On Monday morning you're working the protection line |
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The bossman tells you your hair is way too long |
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(You're a dead end kid) |
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But every evening that's when the day begins |
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You and the boys kick hard into the heart of town |
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Cool beer and the girls are so pretty |
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Party on 'til the dead of night |
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Nothin' gonna get you down |
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[Bridge] |
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You want to touch (you wanna touch) |
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You want to feel it deep inside |
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You're a loaded gun (loaded gun) |
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Oh life pulls the trigger (bang bang) |
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It's shot you down in flames (shot you down in flames |
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[Chorus] |
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Who shot (shot down with a bullet to the heart) |
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But you ain't gonna die, it's just the edge of the blade |
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Ain't gonna cry livin' close to the edge |
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But it's hard (but it's hard) labelled dead end kid |
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Burned out town where you think you're killing time |
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Young and restless you teed a place to unwind |
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Everybody says you don't care about nothin' |
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It's jungle law |
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You're an animal with its first taste of blood |
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[Bridge] |
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[Chorus] |
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Oh you're a dead end kid |
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A dead end kid oh yeah |
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Think you've got all the answers |
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But you ain't going nowhere |
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[Solo] |
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[Chorus] |
