Texty

I am the one I am a son of liberty but This old Bobby's got something in for me Don't want me running my mouth Says I'm a gobshite and a bore but He dunno what I have got in store I've got a flare mate You should of heard the bastard say No Pyro Well then there ain't no fucking party Oh no Hand to the air Without a care light up the dark, our Cloud of smoke's a new wave work of art And to the Purple rinse brigade Who look at us so shameful You'd do the same if only you were young And you were young once You should of heard the bastard say No Pyro Well then there ain't no fucking party With no Pyro Flare in hand I won't cast away No Pyro Fuck your ban the party's here to stay La la la la la la la la la la la la la la You can fuck your ban I'm a pyromaniac La la la la la la la la la la la la la la You can fuck your ban I'm a pyromaniac And you should of heard the bastard say No Pyro Well then there ain't no fucking party With no Pyro Flare in hand I won't cast away No Pyro Fuck your ban the party's here to stay
Writer(s): Jonathan Fox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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