They must have had the whole thing planned
There must have been a hundred
If we make a stand
I think well be outnumbered
If Id had the chance
Then I could understand
Why Im a juvenile delinquent
In an East End gang
And if you think youve seen gasoline burning in my eyes
Dont be alarmed, tell yourself its good to be, its good to be alive
Its just another street kid on your tail
Running on the wrong side of the rails
With my boot lace tie and my hand-me-downs
You know I run the toughest bunch this side of town
Those street kids making news just being around
Ive been bottled and been brained
Squealers cant be trusted
If we fight tonight
You can bet well all be busted
Id like to break away
From the rut Im in
But beggars cant be choosers
And I was born to sin
Lets hear it for the street kids
Making news just being around
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