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Running off over next doors garden before the hour is done
It's more a question of feeling than it is a question of fun
The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you'll baffle 'em good
Will the ending reek of salty cheeks and runny makeup alone
Or will blood run down the face of a boy bewildered and scorned
And you'll find yourself in a skirmish and you wish you'd never been born
And you tie yourself to the tracks and there isn't no going back
And it's wrong wrong wrong but we'll do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble