Safety pins through my nose Smelly combats around my toes A leather jacket and a filthy shirt A blasting fart, a greasy blur I piss on you just for
A pretty girl (she looks) so nice to me but she's a bit insane I just want to love her but she wants to play her games In her black leather she drives
blowing through the sky your instinct's running high it's calling out your name just leave what you became Start looking for a goal, a life truly your
Like a horse that doesn't touch the ground It fucking feels like the poison of the spider Like the colours in the speed of sound The sky is getting wider
See that copper across the street He's out for me, I feel the heat I gotta watch out, I can't get away He grabs his baton, don't know what to say I
for you This is a song I sing for you This is a song for punx and Skins This is a song to make you sing A WAY OF LIFE [x4] This is a song for the Funeral
Wrap it up, strap it in. I'm in for a little sin Rollin' on, I'm glad, entering a town gone bad Well you know - you know What I want - I want Some liquor
Johnny drummerboy is calling in July, an early morning when his marching beat climbs up the hills onto the battlefield He's leading my comrades givin
Dying is a business [x4] Life is over, you are dead Family, friends are sobbing, crying Working days, that's what you had There's nothing good in early
hey you, understand quit now, start again time to shut down automatism time to let it fly when I get up, late AM I know, what I want something more than
Always alone, always the same Nowhere to go, it?s not a game This is their life no fairy-tale No happy ends, but better then jail They have no home,
People try to bring us down Not a chance when I'm around We're the kids, here, today The dead-end sings every day I'm in love with Oi-Oi-Oi I'm in love
Another day, I?m wondering who?s gonna bother me today ?cause every day it?s just the same people say I?m insane They can?t stand the way I think keep
They like fashion It's an obsession Working like fools They like fashion It's an obsession To fit in with their rules Women get mad when they're too
[Originally by Men at Work] Traveling in a fried-out combie On a hippie trail, head full of zombie I met a strange lady, she made me nervous She took
you try to strip my dignity but that won't work with me you tell me things are different now why can't it just be me jumbled thoughts inside your head
It's Friday night and the weekend is here Saturday morning we're full of beer Fall asleep at the bar 1-2-3 Ha Ha Ha 1-2-3 up your bum Having an Oi!
We're standing strong through thick and thin United as one, united and proud we're the youth and tell the truth All for one and one for all Arm in arm
