People are behind me I don't know what they want They're trying to get me I keep running around Feels like they are chasing me I've got nothing to hide
another lonely night at home track of time completely gone still the end is very near i'm gonna get right out of here things won't seem so dumb
We're all mates, we stand together Fight against the system, forever and ever No battles between the punx and skins United against the system, we
PARTY POLITICAL BULLSHIT No, there's nothing wrong with me You try to draw the line as to how it must be You can't stand it when you lose it all
We are the voice of a generation We stand together to smash this nation Boots & braces, we're back on the streets We're feeling strong when the kids
Shoot your bullets, and catch me if you can Hide from my fire bombs, and be a real man We're breaking the law, we're breaking the law You can't ignore
They like fashion It's an obsesion Working like fools They like fashion It's an obsession To fit in with their rules Women get mad when they're too fat
Hello mate, here we are You know what we stand for Forever we will stay Funeral Dress play Sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll - was OK Sex, drugs and
Look at me when I'm feeling down All my emotions being puked on the crowd Do you think anybody cares I'm society's sucker of your great welfare
I saw you the other day Your head just turned away You think I'm a stupid punk Useless and always drunk Guess what - yeah what! Your life - the lie
What a boring life I lead not enough sex and not enough speed and now I live on LSD a thousand pigs are chasing me LSD [x4] Taking capsules, sniffing
YOU SEE THIS MAN IN A PUB, He looks pretty upset You know he's upto something corse his face is turning red He takes a hudge hand-grenade and puts it
Finally here's another Saturdaynight Combatboot and mohican tunes this is my life, this is my roots boots and braces that's our crew Trouble at work,
I can't believe it but I guess it's true Have you got nothing else to do You're sick in the head and obsessive too I've had enough of you You follow
I can hear some punkrockmusic Good vibrations in my ears Now the boring times are gone We party with the punks who are here Alcohol is in my head
I'm walking down the street to hang out with my friends we're having lot's of fun wish this would never end We're getting thirsty and we wanna get some
Broken window, graffiti on the walls Fear on peoples faces Afraid to walk the streets today To get beaten up in this insane nation Gangs on the
Wondering why it's all so boring Suicide, confusion all around No pub you feel home, no records to please you You're strangled by the crowd, there