Living End The West End Riot Lyrics

West End Riot Lyrics

There's a kid who was born and was raised in the West
There's a kid from the
East who never really fit in with the rest
Every week they would meet in the
street with their friends
With the guns that they made and the caps that they
stole they would fight to their death

This time we'll have
victory
Last time ended in a defeat
Our town becomes a
battleground

CHORUS
West End Riot
We'll be here next
Saturday
With our guns and our heads held high
So listen up boys, you'd
better not cry this time

See a bum on the street that you think you
recognise
Young kid never looked so bad, when he was only 4ft high
Six
o'clock runnin' home I don't wanna be late
Another Saturday of sun and war
shared with our mates

Boys will be boys playing up and making lots of
noise
Never used to talk about the future
Never thought that we'd have to
care
So WEST END RIOT!!!

REPEAT CHORUS

There’s a man who
was born in the West workin’ at a factory
There’s a man from
the East who now runs the whole company
How they’ve grown on their
own not like the kids they used to be
Saturdays of sun and war are just fond
memories