Lyrics

The criminals who burgled Dixons got away with over twenty thousand pounds worth of video recorders They call themselves, "The Squad" In some cases, surveillance cameras captured the ram raiders in action Even so, none of this gang has been traced by police Cash in a shoebox, never put it back Sitting on my sack chewing through a snack Beneath the ceiling cracks Sod's law, put the movie on pause Think there's someone at the door Hide that money in the drawer Four war Lords in a more door Ford Said they clutching swords, settling scores Before the stores put up the closed boards Landlord coulda fixed up the frame But he ain't to blame for the night that came When the shit hit just like a train Ram raid, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, it's a ram raid, yeah Ram, uh, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, like a ram raid, it's a ram raid Ram raid, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, it's a ram raid, yeah Ram, uh, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, like a ram raid, it's a ram raid Burst through the hinges like ninjas, that's when my stomach dropped I ain't the one to win fights, in fact I've lost a lot Is this a case of wrong identity? 'Cause I can't see why this mob be stealing all my shit That TV cost a lot I say, "You've got the wrong guy, I don't lie And if you're asking my missus, she'll tell you who am I" The man says, "Why try? You're Jeff, right?" And yeah, we've come for your debt, you've got no alibi" Ram raid, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, it's a ram raid, yeah Ram, uh, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, like a ram raid, it's a ram raid Ram raid, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, it's a ram raid, yeah Ram, uh, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, like a ram raid, it's a ram raid (woah, woah, woah) I say, "Jeffrey? You know that ain't me? He lives three doors down by the bungalow see Look, grab my ID please Just by my keys In the wallet over there next to the BT Hub Man, I hate that fucking mug He's a thieving cunt Using money that ain't his to buy all kinds of drugs" So they all turn to each other "Sir, we must apologise As we bid you goodbye" Ram raid, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, it's a ram raid, yeah Ram, uh, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, like a ram raid, it's a ram raid Ram raid, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, it's a ram raid, yeah Ram, uh, well they're coming through my door like ram raid, like a ram raid, it's a ram raid There's a ram raid coming through my door There's a ram raid, don't even know what for Ram raid coming through my door There's a ram raid, don't even know what for
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