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Friday, 4 December 2015

Youngblood - Fist City

Fists flyin through the air
Glass shattered everywhere
Tonight's the night
Tonight we fight
No holds barred
No one left unscarred
The party crashed
The whole place trashed

Fist city

My fists clenched
My clothes are drenched
Heart the sound
Of the ground and pound
Bottles broken
No words are spoken
A battle royale
Can't throw in the towel

Fist city
Sirens in the distance
In the heat of resistance
Time to get the hell out
Take the stealth route
As the cops roll around
We're nowhere to be found
In and out, good bye
In the blink of an eye

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