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Bad Boys - Fiddler's Green
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Bad Boys Fiddler's Green

Bad Boys - Fiddler's Green
My old teacher, even the preacher
Told us that we were a pain
We're good for nothing, up to something
Our pranks drove them insane

Always wheelin', always dealin'
We're strangers to honour and shame
Out all night, to steal and fight
Ready to get in the game

Bad boys – lying and cheatin'
Bad boys – robbin' and beatin'
Bad boys – cryin' and bleatin'
Bad boys
I'm one of you

The ground will be shakin', glass will be breakin'
In Sheriff Street later tonight
When you're out dancin', sweetly romancin'
We'll be flying as high as a kite

Get out of our way or you'll have to pray
That you wake up in some other place
And when morning comes when I go to my mum's
Then it's me who gets slapped in the face
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