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Got a razor in my boot

Blackjack in my suit

Switchblade in my cuff

Cos things are looking rough

I got things I gotta take care of

I got things I gotta beware of

Over my shoulder I'm being followed

It's so quiet I can hear myself swallow

Armed to the teeth

Armed to the teeth

Feel like a thief

Cos I'm armed to the teeth

I been looking for a fight

I'll he covered up by night

Slipping round the back

Cover up my tracks

Meeting the boy's down at the corner

Trashing it place it's gonna get torn up

Gotta get even gotta be strong

'thee blew up my house with a letter bomb

Chorus

I didn't want any of this

I didn't want to get involved

Nine it seems like violence

Is the only way this is solved