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Author: The Random Witness
Fiction Rated: K+ - English - General - Reviews: 3 - Published: 04-17-07 - Updated: 04-17-07 - Complete - id:2348278

Wander the streets, got nothin’ to do

Wander the streets I’ll pick on you.

Got called by the neighbour ‘ya little twat’

Got caught kickin’ his gnomes over on the spot.

Breaking branches

Tagging walls

Bored

But cool.

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Everything’s a joke

Coz you don’t take us seriously

Everything goes up in smoke

So we live dangerously.

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I got money, I got mummy, I got you.

I got a bike, got a tree and a PS2

You’d think, plenty to do.

But I don’t work for anything, into that I have to.

I don’t have a purpose, so what am I supposed to do?

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Everything’s a joke

Coz you won’t take us seriously

Everything goes up in smoke

So we live dangerously.

So I drink,

So I smoke

So I party

I binge.

Get sick, get sore- can die.

And be a problem no more.

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Everything’s a joke

Coz you don’t take us seriously

Everything goes up in smoke

so we live dangerously.

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But why should you care, were only ya future.

We’ll wander the streets got nothin’ to do.

Wander the streets, I’ll pick on you.



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