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ATTENTION ALL UNITS FIGHT FOR THE DAY
NEVER LET THE INNOCENT EVER GET AWAY
FIGHT THE GOOD FIGHT AND KEEP THE STREETS CLEAN
AND LET’S BE ‘AVIN YOU

I WAS PROCEEDING DOWN THE SEAFRONT ‘BOUT A QUARTER PAST THREE
A SUSPICIOUS LOOKING CHARACTER WAS EYE BALLING ME
I SAID YOU’RE NICKED, YOU’RE COMING WITH US YOU’RE ON C.C.T.V

Bodies lying in the sun to rot
The church on fire is burning hot
Children scream up for a care
Cry for gods no longer there
The world is left to wonder why
Why are we gonna have to die
Unholy leaders in a queue
The devil tells them what to do

I START THIS REVOLUTION
FROM A DODGY LITTLE BOOZER NEXT DOOR
I’M TANKED UP TO THE EYEBALLS BUT LOYAL TO THE CORE
I GET THIS FEELING INSIDE ME
I ENTER ANOTHER ZONE
MY MINDS PREPARED FOR BATTLE
BEFORE I THINK ABOUT GOING HOME

I’M GETTING ON A BIT, NOW I’M 45
I’VE NEVER VOTED IN MY WHOLE DAMN LIFE
POLITICIANS THEY DON’T STAND FOR ME
THEY’RE ONLY DRIVEN BY POWER AND GREED

INTO A NEW DECADE UNDER TORY RULE
MAGGIE’S BOYS ARE BACK IN POWER
THEY’RE TAKING US FOR FOOLS

This country’s got the new disease
It leaves you stranded and makes you want it more
Drugs and crime and false celebrity
Pray up to the gods that make us go to war

I love my country without apology
The wolf is scratching at our door
They put a mask on and take a liberty

I’ll rip your heart right from your chest
I’ll smash your skull and make a mess
I’ll use your blood and write my name
I’ve got no shame ‘cause I’m insane

I’ve got the urge to see your pain
I’ll leave your corpse in a darkened lane
I’ll cut your limbs off one by one

Another day another night
Another drink another fight
Its a shame we get the blame
Always wrong and never right
We're the new generation
Searching for an explanation
Football matches and Rock n Roll
Makes us a little out of control

GET UP, BOOTS ON, JUST THE JOB
DOWN TO THE PUB TO MEET THE MOB
BUNK THE TUBE UP TO THE GROUND
STILL GOT TIME FOR ONE MORE ROUND
ON THE STREETS WE FEAR NO FOE
F TROOP, TREATMENT, N.T.O
UP TO THE TURNSTILE WAIT YOUR TURN
ALWAYS LOYAL TO YOUR FIRM

THERE’S GONNA BE A RIOT ON THE STREETS TONIGHT
WE’RE GUNNING FOR THE BILL AND THEY’RE IN OUR SIGHTS
SKINHEADS, PUNKS THE BOOT BOY CREW
WE’RE LOOKING FOR A ROW AND WE’RE GONNA DO YOU

SO LISTEN UP COPPER WE’VE GOT NEWS FOR YOU
YOU’VE HAD YOUR DAY NOW YOU’RE TIME IS THROUGH
SKINHEADS, PUNKS THE BOOT BOY CREW

You should’ve known down to the line
Committed yourself, can’t go back in time
You make a decision, you have to choose
Fucked from all sides if you win or lose
Win or lose

Find out the hard way
A chance, a roll of the dice

THEY CALLED OUR LITTLE TOWN BERUIT
WE GREW UP THERE WITHOUT MUCH LOOT
STREET KIDS WITH AN ATTITUDE
WE NEVER HAD FUCK ALL
ON THE STREETS WE HELD OUR OWN
WATCHED THE GAVERS RAID ANOTHER HOME
TIME’S GONE BY NOW, WE'VE ALL GROWN
WITH NO REGRETS AT ALL

I was walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine
Looking for some aggro and a just to pass the time
We met this stupid hippy he tried to run away
But i punched him in the nose just to pass the time of day

Great big boots, great long laces
Our jeans held up with scarlet braces
Get out of our way or get took for a ride

WHEN THE WHOLE THING STARTED
WHO'D HAVE THOUGHT IT WOULD COME TO THIS
TALK ABOUT TAKING THE PISS
YOU’RE LIVING THE GOOD LIFE
BUT YOU LEFT US SAT ON THE SHELF
HOW D’YOU FUCKING LIVE WITH YOURSELF

WHEN ARE YOU GONNA' TELL US SOMETHING

BACK STREET BOY WITH NO EDUCATION
YOU’LL NEVER GET A JOB
SCRUFFY LITTLE MUG WITH NO DESTINATION
YOU’LL NEVER GET A JOB
JAILBIRD CON WITH YA FADED TATS
YOU’LL NEVER GET A JOB
OVER AGED GRANDAD WISH YOU’D PAYED A PENSION
YOU’LL NEVER GET A JOB

FREEDOM FOR ALL YOU SAY FREEDOM OF SPEACH
BUT YOU'RE TOO FUCKING SCARED TO PRACTICE WHAT YOU PREACH
AS SOON AS YOU FIND OUT WE'VE GOT SOMETHING ON YOU
YOU TRY TO SHUT US UP SO WE CAN'T TELL THE FUCKING TRUTH

YOU GIVE IT ALL THE GOB, YOU HAVEN'T GOT A CLUE
DISHING OUT SHIT BUT IT'S COMING BACK TO YOU
NOTHING TO SAY, YOU SAY IT TOO LOUD