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There's gangsters in the bars
Honest John he's ringing cars
Triads go to war
Fighting for a strip-tease bar
Believe every word I say
Today is just a perfect day
I just want to be
Burning up a motorway
Gypsy's in the ring
Betting for a fist of bling
Punks are on the street
Chocking on the city heat
Yardies dealing crack
Cops are fighting in the trap
The Angels never die
On Iron Horses made to fly
Rapsters in the park
Hookers trading in the dark
I keep driving in my car
My eyes are blind we've gone to far