barbietroia @ 2007-01-22T21:23:00 
 Live Fast Die Young "
 
 [Originally by The Violators] 
 
 Boy With No Name, He Was Only 18 
 lughed Never to much 
 Hated the monarchy 
 Yes he hated the queen Real antisocial and he ACTED 
 real mean Was 
 h in a dream? 
 Dowsing her lights in 
 Was In His Dreams 
 
 Rumpa, Rumpa, Rumpa, hey, hey 
 Rumpa, Rumpa 
 Rumpa, Rumpa, Rumpa, hey, hey 
 Rumpa, Rumpa 
 
 So full of hate 
 and full of fury To tell you a story  
 You would say 
 He was a one man jury 
 Catalogue of anger posted through your door 
 Your door, your door, your door 
 A chance would come to even the score 
  
 Stole a gun and he stole a car 
 Oh boy, oh boy 
 With a pretty doll he would go far 
 Down to london where the bright lights are 
 Lights are, lights are, lights are 
 And i say 
 The mission his decision 
  
 He took out the gun 
 On that fateful day 
 The winds blew cold , the sky turned grey 
 He pointed the gun 
 And then he pulled the trigger 
 The message that he would now deliver 
 
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