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Running away, something better ahead But you gotta think fast before it's too late Just one cut 'round your head Just one minute and you'll call me dead You better watch out For the razors in tonight You better leave out The razors in tonight Backstreet boys wear boots and braces Razor blades, and angry faces Too much tension, too much beer What the hell are we doing here? Blood is the biggest prize in sport 'Cause violence is the only game you've been taught Pool of warm blood is you're prize Or a cold blade across you're eyes