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Bob Vylan Frontline

[Intro]
See me on that motherfucking, yeah
You can catch me on that motherfucking, yeah yeah yeah
See me on that motherfucking, yeah
You can run up and get done up on that frontline, yeah yeah

[Verse 1]
Mrs Robbo told me do not stray too far
Do not turn the corner, they're out there burning cars
You can go from number 55 down to there
I'd just nod like yeah, you know I didn't care

I was, I was, I was, I was young and living out my ways
Sittin' on that wall, not coming home for days
Chantry estate, getting lost in that maze
Telescopic baton and some gas I could spray, yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Come and catch me on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah
You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Run up and get done up on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah

You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Come and catch me on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah
You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Run up and get done up on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah
[Verse 2]
I was really, I was really getting paid
Shoebox full of money, I thought I had it made
Little bastard Bobby didn't know how to behave
Hit the toilet, sprayed some Joop, grabbed my knife and hit the rave

I been, I been, I been lonely, I been lonely most my life
Eighteen years old, I thought I had a wife
Ready to move in, couldn't see it with my eyes
She never truly loved me but they love me on that line, yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus]
You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Come and catch me on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah
You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Run up and get done up on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah

You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Come and catch me on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah
You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Run up and get done up on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah

[Interlude]

[Chorus]
You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Come and catch me on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah
You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Run up and get done up on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah
You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Come and catch me on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah
You can see me on that motherfucking frontline
Run up and get done up on that motherfucking frontline, yeah yeah
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)


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