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Business The The Truth The Whole Truth And Nothing But The Truth

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It drives me mad, it makes me sick There's no booze to make 'em tick Just ecstasy and laser lights They're too high to wanna fight DEATH TO DANCE, DEATH

LITTLE BIT OF TROUBLE YOU TURN TAIL AND RUN WHAT YOU ONCE BELIEVED IN NOW YOU TAKE THE PISS BY WORD OF MOUTH AND NEGATIVE PRESS What goes through your

JUST A HOOLIGAN A HARDCORE HOOLIGAN YOU'RE JUST A HOOLIGAN A HARDCORE HOOLIGAN They've taken the game out of our pockets They're filling theirs up and

and sunless hours On the streets of London town There stood you and the boys And you were always messing around When the streets are out ot get you And

n' roll Nothing else could save his soul Headed out on his motorbike We were sixteen and loved a fight Weekend gangsters old school mob the passion of youth and

SHOULD BE THEIR RIGHT WE WANT THE TRUTH THE WHOLE TRUTH, AND NOTHING BUT THE TRUTH Pass the buck with a sentence Learned upholder of decency Dishonored your bench and

must unite or we'll be through We've done our best to get by Problems with this issue won't subside One by one you can make a choice One beating heart and

a literal but , Years later there's still a bunch of little you's Never seen you as lyrical But more as a voice that the whole culture would listen to Speakin the truth