Angry Horns

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    Hey young man
    Tell me where you're going?
    Tell me what's your mission?
    Tell me what the fukk are you doin' on Friday, the one I call my day
    Gotta spend some of my time, so look my way
    Don't you hate livin' a life behind closed doors
    You wanna be anywhere else but home of course, ya know?
    Homework or work sukks and it's a matter of fact
    You got no love for the fukker that dukks
    So I take your ass where it's supposed to be at
    Where you'll meet me and the other three at
    Let off what's inside of your head
    Dance or drop dead!
    Muthafukk grey skies and being sad

    Now your eyes are burnin' from the smoke
    Your lungs inhale the taste of beer and dope
    Your parents been here 30 years ago for the same fukkin' reasons why you're here, ya know?
    But that was then, now the choice is yours
    You gotta make yourself at home, you've been here before
    These are the players of my team, wanna meet yours
    Let's play a little game behind closed doors

    (You hear the sound of the sirens?
    You hear the sound that goes whoop-whoop?
    These are the sounds of the angry horns
    So everybody come on!)

    Boys-fighters!
    Girls-fighters!
    Skaters-fighters!
    Rokkers-fighters!
    Nobodies-fighters!
    Freaks-fighters!
    Sikkos-fighters!
    Weedheads-fighters!

    I want you to feel yourself!
    I want you to feel

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    Yo, here's no invitation needed
    As long you know what you came for and that you can leave bleeding
    Are you ready to take a punch?
    Nobody in here really wants to know what you had for lunch!
    Are you stressed out by your mom and dad?
    Your boss the fag?
    Your cutie gave someone else what you never had?
    You seem to be the missing part of the puzzle, all you gotta do right now is to pass this tunnel
    But watch out!
    Not everybody wanna dance the way you do
    Not everybody understands the way you move
    Look out for your fame that is out for the same shit tonight
    And the people who want to fight!

    (You hear the sounds of the sirens?
    You hear the sound that goes whoop-whoop?
    These are the sounds of the angry horns
    So everybody come on!)

    Ladies-fighters!
    Lyns-fighters!
    Divers-fighters!
    Punks-fighters!
    Blakks-fighters!
    Whiteys-fighters!
    Asians-fighters!
    Redheads-fighters!

    I want you to feel yourself!
    I want you to feel

    The people will bounce

    Kids-fighters!
    Grown up's-fighters!
    Psychos-fighters!
    Winners-fighters!
    Loosers-fighters!
    Headbangers-fighters!
    Rebels-fighters!
    Groupies-fighters!

    I want you to feel yourself!
    I want you to feel!

    All of y'all-fighters!

    I want you to feel yourself!
    I want you to feel

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