Balaclava

Oh 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 its wrong wrong wrong
But well do it anyway cause we love a bit of trouble

Are you pulling her from a burning building
Or throwing her to the sharks
Can only hope the ending is a pleasurable as the start
The confidence is the balaclava, I'm sure you baffle em straight
And its wrong wrong wrong, she can hardly wait

Thats right, he wont let her out his sight
Now the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks in this crime?

Thats right, he wont let her out his sight
How the shaggers perform
And the daggers are drawn
Who's the crooks is this....
Crime!

Thats right, he wont let her out his sight
Thats right, he wont let her out his sight
Thats right, he wont let her out his sight

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