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• Artiste: Kid Kapichi
• Titre: Sardines
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You’ve got a pain in your head and a twitch in your eye, tired all day but you can’t sleep at night, car alarm going off outside You’re angry, you’re angry and you don’t know why Work all day at a shit 9-5, boss don’t car if you live or you die, morning toast tastes like cyanide You’re angry, you’re angry and you don’t know why You’re angry, you’re angry and that’s alright And if you’re feeling, a little murderous inside today They say crime don’t pay, well neither do they And if you’re feeling, like nothing ever fucking goes your way They say crime don’t pay, well neither do they Packed out train like a tin of Sardines, doors slide open but nobody leaves, more pile in till you can’t breath You’re angry, you’re angry and you don’t know why So you’ve saved up hard for the car of your dreams, service done and a new MOT, first day out blows to smithereens You’re angry, you’re angry and you don’t know why You’re angry, you’re angry and that’s alright And if you’re feeling, a little murderous inside today They say crime don’t pay, well neither do they And if you’re feeling, like nothing ever fucking goes your way They say crime don’t pay, but neither do they Crime don’t pay, and neither do they Crime don’t pay, and neither do they Crime don’t pay, and neither do they Crime don’t pay, and neither do they