One day they will get you from behind Empty your pockets see you out of your mind You think it's funny when they ask for more You'll be sorry you never
He's the king of the jungle They stand by each other like a brother Like a lions pride They won't turn away or stray To the other side Even though they
the job is done Show them how to be a pest Be a skinhead in Sta Press They got more money then I got sense They're just after your last few pence Shine
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
There they go wearing baggy pants, silent shoes, press on lash. The way they dance makes me sick, all of them a bunch of pricks. Soulboys with a wired
The government policies are out of hand They ain't got a clue how to run this land Margaret Thatcher the stupid old bitch Takes from the poor and gives
I was walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine Looking for some aggro, just to pass the time We met this stupid hippy and he tried to run away
our way to the football ground We hate all the junkies, we hate all the grease We're only here to disturb the peace Wear Dr. Martens and wear levi's We are the resort
I was feeling really sad Life was looking really bad Then you came onto the scene Crimson Rose so serene English rose will never die English rose will
down to the Dover Straights Our forefathers made us great You took us in europe, it wasn't our choice We the people must have our voice No other flag
go Just for a laugh we let you know who rules We're not gonna be dragged down In your sea of new fashions We will last, we will stay We will never change
Cut my cake into slices This is my raspberry torte No culination, no freezing Don't give a fuck if potato needs peeling This is my raspberry torte
She came from providence, the one in Rhode Island, Were the old world shadows hang, heavy in the air, She packed her hopes and dreams, like a refugee
: She came from providence, the one in Rhode Island, Were the old world shadows hang, heavy in the air, She packed her hopes and dreams, like a refugee
: Cut my cake into slices This is my raspberry torte No culination, no freezing Don't give a fuck if potato needs peeling This is my raspberry torte
Peitschen knallen durch die Nacht, Knecht Ruprecht hat sich angesagt. Zwolf Rosser ziehn den Schlitten an, hinten sitzt der Weihnachtsmann. Und er brullt
