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Lyrics

Cor blimey guvnor I'm the big 'un
Cop an eyeful of this muscular arm
Being tough'n'tough is my kind of fun
But, of course I never do no harm
Ain't my fault I like cracking bones
Gives me a funny kind of thrill
And I can't help smiling at the pathetic moans
When I go in for the kill

Tribal wars are raging, there's a battlefield on the street
There's games to play
And hell to pay
When the rival tribal rebels meet

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Why can't people just leave me be?
Can't help doing what I do
I'll do anybody who ain't like me
So forget your what, why or who
I ain't got no purpose and I don't give a fuck
I never asked for this life
If you're looking for reasons you're out of luck
I'll show you the point with my knife

Tribal wars are raging, no one's safe out on their own
The gangs are about
And they scream and shout
So you'd better not be caught alone

I did it 'cause there ain't nothing else to do
Nowhere'll let me in.
It ain't my fault I want to hurt and screw
So I've destroyed every place where I've been
I had trouble at the local so they won't serve me there
I just had to chivvy up this bloke
Left him with a smile cut from ear to ear
But the bleeder never got the joke
I used to have a bird but I put her up the spout
So I had to tell her where to get off
Well, you can't blame me if I want to get about
If you're a man you've gotta be tough
I used to go down the cafe for tea
But my boot got attacked by the door
So now it ain't open for the likes of me
And we're back on the streets like before

Tribal wars are raging, our heroes are standing tall
But the truth of the matter
If you cut out the patter
Is that pride always comes before the fall

They can stand on the corner
With their violence and their hate
Stand there and fester
Till they've left it too late
To realise it's themselves they've put their on the spot
'Cause they've wasted the one and only life that they've got

Tribal wars are raging, everyone's acting out bad parts
Hey big man,
take a look at yourself it's in the mirror that the real war starts

Writer(s): PENNY RIMBAUD

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