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You blame those kids for their bad mood |
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You hate them for being Rude |
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But You don't realise how they feel |
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They come from smelly council flats |
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Homes full of hate, cheap booze and drugs |
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So don't expect them to be ideal |
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Let them talk, let them think |
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Let them smoke, let them drink |
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Let them ask: \"What the fuck is going on\" |
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Let them live their own life |
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Let them shout let them fight |
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So fuck yourself and leave the kids alone! |
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They have no future - who can they be? |
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Frustrated - they hope and dream |
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They do some silly things coz they are bored |
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Her Dad's asleep, he's pissed again |
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His mum is bitch, drives him insane |
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I'll tell you now - them kids can't be ignored |
