Soul Boys Songtext
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There they go wearing baggy pants,
silent shoes, press on lash.
The way they dance makes me sick,
all of them a bunch of pricks.
Soulboys with a wired shirts,
On the lookout for teenage sluts.
Did you get it? Did you score?
Did you fuck the little whore?
I don't care a shit about it,
silent shoes, press on lash.
The way they dance makes me sick,
all of them a bunch of pricks.
Soulboys with a wired shirts,
On the lookout for teenage sluts.
Did you get it? Did you score?
Did you fuck the little whore?
I don't care a shit about it,
I don't give a fucking shit about you!
about you! about you!
Soulboys are a bunch of cunts,
there just a load of fucking runts!
They can't fight, they can't scrap,
all they do is Riot! Riot! Riot! Riot!
With Pointed Shoes and purple hair,
Go to a disco, stand and stare.
When you get there you start on a pose,
what you need is a punch on the nose!
On the Nose!, On the Nose!, On the Nose!,
A Punch On The Nose!
about you! about you!
Soulboys are a bunch of cunts,
there just a load of fucking runts!
They can't fight, they can't scrap,
all they do is Riot! Riot! Riot! Riot!
With Pointed Shoes and purple hair,
Go to a disco, stand and stare.
When you get there you start on a pose,
what you need is a punch on the nose!
On the Nose!, On the Nose!, On the Nose!,
A Punch On The Nose!
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