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Violators, The lyrics - Live Fast, Die Young.
| Title: |
Live Fast, Die Young. |
| Artist: |
Violators, The |
| Album: |
The No Future Years |
| Year: |
1982 |
| Submitted by: |
Anna kiss |
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Here's one for ya!
Boy with no name, he was only eighteen.
Never laught too much.
Hated the monarchy.
Yes he hated the queen.
Real anti-social and he acted real mean
Was in in a dream?
"Cos dowsing her lights was in
In his dreams.
Chorus:
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.
Chorus:
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.
He stole a gun and he stole a car. Oh boy, oh boy.
With some Pretty Polly he would go far.
Down London where the bright lights are.
Lights are, lights are, lights are.
And I say
The mission's his decision.
Chorus:
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.
He took out that gun on that fateful day.
The winds blew cold as the sky turned gray.
He pointed the gun and he pulled the trigger.
The message that he would now deliver.
Chorus: (twice)
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.
Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa. Hey! Hey!
Rumpa, rumpa.
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