Текст песни The Living End - West End Riot, слова песни The Living End

Текст песни The Living End - West End Riot

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There`s a kid who was born and was raised in the westThere`s a kid from the east who never really fit in with the restEvery week they would meet in the street with their friendsWith the guns that they made and the caps that they stolethey would fight to their deathThis time we`ll have victoryLast time ended in a defeatOur town becomes a battlegroundWest End RiotWe`ll be here next SaturdayWith our guns and our heads held highSo listen up boys, you`d better not cry this timeSee a bum on the street that you think you recogniseYoung kid never looked so bad, when he was only 4ft highSix o`clock runnin` home I don`t wanna be lateAnother Saturday of sun and war shared with our matesBoys will be boys playing up and making lots of noiseNever used to talk about the futureNever thought that we`d have to careSo WEST END RIOT!!!Theres a man who was born in the west workin at a factoryTheres a man from the east who know runs the whole companyHow theyve grown on their own not like the kids they used to beSaturdays of sun and war are just fond memories

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West End Riot

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