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In a place in Britain and in trouble dear
He was killed 'cause he was a good man
Boss that stepped in a baby's eye
Who would have said out of space as he was dying?
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Drake came here with his mates and died in the crowd
Could he ever know death was so near?
Killed by skinheads, the papers said
He lied by those in life, lied by those in death
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
What a pile of shit, what a waste
Dead on arrival, dead on arrival
Really just such a bitter taste



Writer(s): Bruce William Watson



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