Ram Raid

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

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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"

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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"

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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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Writer(s): Jordan Cardy
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