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Crash Street Kidds Lyrics - Singles - Mott The Hoople

See my thoughts and then see my scars 

See my clothes, I dress to kill 

See my blood and see my gun 

 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Better run, better run, better run) 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Youll get done, youll get done, youll get done) 

 

Heed my faults and heed my curse 

Heed my frustration, you just dont know 

A new town nothing, send for the hearse 

 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Better run, better run, better run) 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun) 

 

Pull down the wires, set you on fire 

Im getting too tired to resist 

Well torture your flats 

You keep us like rats 

 

Then you tell em were brats 

And the press twist our fist 

Get me out of this mess 

 

Hear me swear, hear every word 

I aint just a number, I wanna be heard 

A TV announcer he talks to the scum 

 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Better run, better run, better run) 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb) 

 

I aint been solved, Im uninvolved 

Ive been annulled and I cant seem to prove it 

And youre so pure, you know the cures 

Just keep us poor, the juvenile delinquent bit 

 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Better run, better run, better run) 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Ones your son, ones your son, ones your son) 

 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Better hide, better hide, better hide) 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride) 

 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Youre too late, youre too late, youre too late) 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Wheres your mates? Wheres your mates? Wheres your mates? ) 

 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Youre exposed, youre exposed, youre exposed) 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Now youre closed, now youre closed, now youre closed) 

 

The crash street kids are comin to get ya 

(Now, youre dead, now, youre dead, now, youre dead) 

Now, youre dead, now, youre dead, now, youre dead 

Now, youre dead, now, youre dead, now, youre dead 

 

Now, youre dead, now, youre dead, now, youre dead 

Now, youre dead, now, youre dead, now, youre dead 

Now, youre dead, now, youre dead, now, youre dead 

Now, youre dead, now, youre dead, now, youre dead 

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