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The Living End - West End Riot
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Theres a kid who was born and was raised in the west 
Theres a kid from the east who never really fit in with the rest 
Every week they would meet in the street with their friends 
With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole 
They would fight to their death 

This time well have victory 
Last time ended in a defeat 
Our town becomes a battleground 

West end riot 
Well be here next saturday 
With our guns and our heads held high 
So listen up boys, youd better not cry this time 

See a bum on the street that you think you recognise 
Young kid never looked so bad, when he was only 4ft high 
Six oclock runnin home i dont wanna be late 
Another saturday of sun and war shared with our mates 

Boys will be boys playing up and making lots of noise 
Never used to talk about the future 
Never thought that wed have to care 
So west end riot!!! 

Theres a man who was born in the west workin at a factory 
Theres a man from the east who know runs the whole company 
How theyve grown on their own not like the kids they used to be 
Saturdays of sun and war are just fond memories