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Elbows, elbows on the tubeInvade my territoryAnd I wonder, what sort of cunt are you?I guess you've heard the storiesCoz you have got to dieYou're driving me madYour disrespectI'll be glad when you're deadCoz you have got to dieI'm gonna form a gangSmash your fuckin' phones right out of your handsGo play your shitty music some place elseIs that your bag? What's it doing on my seat, I'm on my feet, it's on my seatCoz you have got to dieYou're driving me madYour disrespectI'll be glad when you're deadCoz you have got to dieAnd I say these things but all I end up with is a bar around my neck from the people that I was trying to protect From Letras Mania