Every day down the street
I set my eyes on the same old walls
Turn my head as I hear the breaking glass
I love these places, their sound
This is my bloody red of the brickworks
With a contrast to the uniforms
Laughing at them I start to see
Im not alone and I know where I belong
My only friend-neverending trouble
Cute chicks looking at the sky
Is too beautiful to die in
Every second gate is nearly dying
Kids to whom football is their mother
Their time will come to take the gun to their hands

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