There's a kid who was born and was raised in the west There's a kid from the east that 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 we'll have victory Last time ended in defeat Our town becomes a battleground Battleground, battleground West end riot, West end riot We'll be here next Saturday With our guns and our heads held high So listen up boys, you'd better not cry this time See a bum on the street that you think you recognize Young kid never looked so bad when he was only 4 foot high 6 o'clock runnin' home, I don't wanna be late Another Saturday of sun and war shared with our mates This time we'll have victory Last time ended in defeat Our town becomes a battleground Battleground, battleground West end riot, West end riot We'll be here next Saturday With our guns and our heads held high So listen up boys, you'd better not cry Boys will be boys playin' up and making lots of noise Never used to talk about the future Never thought that we'd have to care so West end riot There's a man that was born in the west workin' at a factory There's a man from the east who now runs the whole company How they've grown on their own, not like the kids they used to be Saturdays of sun and war are just fond memories West end riot, West end riot We'll be here next Saturday With our guns and our heads held high So listen up boys, you'd better not cry So listen up boys, you'd better not cry So listen up boys, you'd better not cry this time © EMI APRIL MUSIC INC.; THE LIVING END PTY LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com