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Hey there sweet thing check out the scene The makers of taste are all peachy and keen The pace is of summer and the height is a climb Now is the colour and blue is the time Hey there sweet thing throw in your keys The party isn’t over ‘til you’re down on your knees Pick out your brother the choice is sublime Now is the colour and blue is the time Sit yourself back while the enemy tire We’re chocking down fuel just to piss on the fire There’s people brought down by the need to be beat In a bid to be rid of the stench of defeat There’ll be a hundred dead kids in every block A hundred blind pigs all sick from the shock And waddya know? The shit’s all ready to blow Hey there sweet thing, feeling secure? They need a disease cuz they invented a cure The city’s asleep in the height if its prime Now is the colour and blue is the time Hey there sweet thing, cop a class A You got to keep illegal while the kids are away It tastes a lot better when you know it’s a crime Now is the colour and blue is the time Feel the modern air and the tension above ya Kiss your mum and dad coz you know that they love ya Supply and demand for the culture at hand He’s a boy-girl 21st century man There’s a scream in your gut as you cry in your beer Well that’s all well and good but it can’t happen here And waddya know? The shit’s all ready to blow Get This Ringtone

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