In the street of our town
!g?ihpmoro,p??sc
there´s a band on the run.
And they´re always looking for fun.
They left their cell
with a rebel yell
And they headed towards the town.
Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
The streets aint safe no more.
Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
Yeah they have lost all control
Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
Now they are ready to rock´n roll.
Oi Oi Oi B-boys on parole.
Witch converse shoes and cheap tattoos
They´re going out to seek their roots.
Blisterhead the scream and shout
Kick the windows out.
In the street of our town
!g?ihpmoro,p??sc
there´s a band on the run.
And they´re always looking for fun.
They left their cell
with a rebel yell
And they headed towards the town.
They wanna riot, they wanna fight
The kids are ready coz it´s friday night
The punx they know, the word is out,
the hooligans are back so shout.
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