Running For Your Life

Album: A+E (2012)
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  • In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    We don't like your haircut or your attitude
    Get back down the M1 'cause we don't like you
    Get my brother's mates to beat you black and blue
    Get back down the M1 'cause we don't like you
    We don't like your accent or your Northampton shoes
    Get back down the M1 'cause we don't like you
    Prefer a pint of bitter and a bag of glue
    Get back down the M1 'cause we don't like

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    Gonna punch your lights out in the taxi queue
    Get back up the M1 'cause we don't like you
    The last thing you'll be seeing is a hate tattoo
    Get back up the M1 'cause we don't like you
    A and E's a good a place as any to screw
    Get back up the M1 'cause we don't like you
    A smashing row of stitches, I got seventy two
    Get back up the M1 'cause we don't like

    Northerners beat beat!
    Like Southerners beat beat!
    Like
    Northerners beat beat!
    Like Southerners beat beat!
    Like

    We don't like your haircut or your attitude
    Get back down the M1 'cause we don't like you
    Get my brother's mates to beat you black and blue
    Get back up the M1 'cause we don't like

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life

    In a town where you're never going home
    And the boys wanna cut you to the bone
    And you feel like you're running for your life Writer/s: GRAHAM COXON
    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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