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There's gangsters in the bars Honest John he's ringing cars Triads go to war Fighting for a strip-tease bar Believe every word I say Today is just a perfect day I just want to be Burning up a motorway Gypsy's in the ring Betting for a fist of bling Punks are on the street Chocking on the city heat Yardies dealing crack Cops are fighting in the trap The Angels never die On Iron Horses made to fly Rapsters in the park Hookers trading in the dark I keep driving in my car My eyes are blind we've gone to far From Letras Mania