Close the shops and lock the doors as the sun is fading down
To the pub where drinks are poured and light up all the town
From the alley comes a gang that strikes the living fear
They push the weak, kiss the girls, never pay for beer
Call the police
I’m not leaving
I’m here to stay
The Tracy boys smell blood tonight
So you better get out of their way. 1-2-3...FIGHT!
Some say they own city hall and even Mayor Tom
They slam their foes against the wall and you pray it won’t last long
The Tracy boys are tough as nails and they’re ready for a fight
So forget the girls, the front row seat, and pretty much the night

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