Lyrics:
opponent's shins, oh! Hey ho! And away we go! Legs are made to bleed, oh! Up the hills wi'nothing on Down the pike to Todmorden Battling at the village fete
I spent the year recovering clone in the hills above Todmorden My burned out heart still smouldering From the flames of the fire that burned down
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