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The Living End

West End Riot

 

West End Riot

(album: The Living End - 1998)


There's a kid who was born and was raised in the west
There's 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 the death

This time
We'll have victory
Last time
Ended in defeat
Our town
Becomes a battleground (hey)
Battleground (hey)
Battleground

West end riot (riot)
West end riot (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 running 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 (hey)
Battleground (hey)
Battleground

West end riot (riot)
West end riot (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

Boys will be boys playing 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 working 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 (riot)
West end riot (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

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