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Live Fast Die Young

Boy with no name, he was only 18

Never lughed to much

Hated the monarchy

Yes he hated the queen

Real antisocial and he acted real mean

Was he in a dream?

Dowsing her lights was in

In his dreamsRumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey

Rumpa, rumpa

Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey

Rumpa, rumpaSo 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 scoreStole 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

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