|
|
There's violence coming up, trouble on the streets. Gangs are taking over, but where will this lead? Do you care for their frustration, no you don't! The kids have no relation to your mode.
Chorus: The same like back in '76, bored and full of violence, can't you see in fact what's going on. It started off in '77, when the kids got up together. Discipline gets nowhere but to hatred.
Yellow press rack their brains over who's to blame. Ain't the message obvious, what do you mean? Or is all the increasing outrage just a joke? But how come your prisons are packed, ain't this odd?
There's writings on the wall and broken panes. The youth don't put up with your silly games. Do you care for their frustrations, no you don't! The kids have no relation to your mode.
It's the same old game, but you can't keep up. You mouth is gonna cry, but they wanna keep it shut. What do you expect in this break down age? Spit out mate and give vent to your rage.
The course you're trying is a vacant lot. One day soon you'll end up with a shot. As a member of the dead-end youth. You're sick of the games they're gonna play on you.
Chorus: Dead end generation - oh wake up. You're just another faction - oh wake up. Dead end generation - oh wake up. Sick of the situation - oh wake up.
The scene is set for a marching up. There's no way back and forward is a concrete gap. You won't get out if you smash your head against the wall. So stand your ground and you aint gonna fall.
Don't let them kick in your head, or grind you down. Spit out, give vent to your rage, and trust nobody.
There's boiling masses on the dole. The same came off some years ago. What a prospect for my country. So give up and hope and let us be.
Join the queue, you know the rest...I'm fed up with this want something else. Give the finger to this country. And listen well to what I say.
Chorus: Hey, hey, I wanna have some fun. Hey, hey, cause I've been bored too long. Hey, hey, I'm gonna feel so great. When I'm skint and out tonight.
Pretty worn out, waiting for the bus. That's departing straight down to the pubs. But I'm out of place where I stay. Nowhere to go 'cause I'm skint.
Down in the town in the stinky clubs. I'm pissed near a collapse, but I won't stop. My hair is died, I'm a complete flop. But I can't take it, man! I was raised as a son who should get on. But what has become of me, their son? I'm Oi-possessed and like my way. What has become of me?
Chorus: I wanna be a dirty punk! Studs & chains and leather braces. You wanna be a dirty punk! Do live fast and sod their phrases. - Dirty Punk!
Now heading for the welfare. Run down is what you say. Just watch me when I run amok, and try to hide from me. I never really cared 'bout what they thought. I won't give in 'til I peg out. 'cause I won't end up like my dad, it's sheer conformity.
Down in the town in the stinky clubs. I'm pissed near a collapse, but I won't stop. My hair is died, I'm a complete flop. But I can't take it, man! Was raised as a son who should get on. But I rather do it on my own. I'm Oi-possessed and won't conform. What has become of me?
Chorus: There's fuckers everywhere. It's them who make me sneer.
I got no money so I went begging, they told me to go away. 'cause lazy dogs like me should all be gased, was all they said. But once when I was out looking for a job, they eyed me mockingly. I was not the one they were out for the guy excused. Sent home again.
In the streets you meet them everyday. You need your own defense. But people still are worrying why I sneer, they'll never understand. At school and work they pulled you down with fucked up politics. The same bunch constitutes out government, i hope they'll pay.
Now you're in a jam, hold your head between your hands. Clench your fist to keep your ground, in a war that can't be won.
Refrain: Banned to the borstal, now you're cornered. Banned to the borstal, you're disordered. Banned to the borstal, now you're locked away... like buried.
Cry, you have no choice. Punishment at any price. You submit to what the wankers say, just to live another day.
Chorus: Open you're eyes and you'll see. You're just a toy of their schemes. Open your eyes and you'll see. They try to prevent that you're free.
Now they let you down, and you feel you're all alone. Just the dreams of yesterday, help you stand another day.
Down in the oxyfactory. Mould and shattered glass you see. Safety- dresses ain't of use. The air is tense of blaring noise.
Chorus: Down in the oxyfactory. Sound is made for you and me. Down in the oxyfactory. Howlong sound and ecstasy.
Won't close it down or cut off power, due to public nuisance prattle.
In the tube a gang in black. Purple stubble and tiger strap. They make a stink, some get freaked out, by the volume of the mohican sound.
Mohican tunes, play the fuckin' mohican tunes!
And down the tunnel in a crew, a girl is dancing to mohican tunes. And at the gig the air is tense, cause mohican tunes blow up their brians.
And down the tunnel in a crew, a girl is dancing to mohican tunes. And at the gig the air is tense, a sheer fit hits the audience. Switch it on and play it loud, listen to the wildest sound. A filthy mob hangs 'round the place. Filth and leather, pins and chains.
A glaring plague warned of peril. The city's lying in exhalation. All people killed by dioxine. Radioactive contamination, poisonous crap wherever you glance. You can't afford to be affected, poisonous crap inside of their heads. Drives 'em into fucked up actions.
Chorus: Poison all yourselves you body. Beware, beware, there's poison in the air. Beware, beware, it's gonna be a state affair. Beware, beware, there's poison everywhere. Beware, beware, beware, poisonous outside.
A punky band is prodding uproar. Beware of their poisonous slogans. They spill their hatred, just look out there. The youth gets spoiled by vandalism. Every page another lie. It's propaganda and deception. To poison- poison-poison your brain. And let them keep on pulling the strings.
The dealer said I looked sad and bored. And I should taste of his novel drug. He gave me a small free sample then. And I blew up the powder in my veins.
There's no way back, there's no way out. I've got to hear these voices shout.
Passers-by frown, but I piss on that. My face distorts to a masquerade. There's no way back, there's no way out. I've got to hear piercing voices shout...
Chorus: Drug shock, I have to bleed. Drug shock, I can't escape. Drug shock, it's getting me down. Drug shock, ain't good for you. Drug shock, what can I do. Drug shock, it's fagging me out.
The glassy stare's fading in my eyes. But I never could get rid of the vice. There's no way back, I can't break out. I've got to hear piercing voices shout.
Ruling class, we don't need you. All governments out, don't need no leader. We had a lot of systems, they all failed. All warlords have been wrecked bu their own wargames.
Chorus: Get up, get up, need no rules. To degrade me as a fool. I know best what I decide to choose. Sod it, sod it, what they say. I can't believe it anyway. You know best what's really good for you.
All parties promise a brighter future. Don't let them plant you on illusions. There's no future if they do remain strong. Your rule, selfrule, that's the way, come on!
Anarchy - Selfrule, can't you see it's up to you!
Face this, the missile's on the way. Crisis, will the bomb be dropped today? Last war, to end this bloody mess. Danger, It's you the real menace.
With all their foes their doing away. We're all in this - hey hey hey. No one dares to talk aloud 'bout the real imminent crisis. The gruesome leaders are counting their bombs. Blow them straight up your arse. There's no cover in the case of war. Come on, drop it!
Sirens - sirens in the heat. Fighting - on your TV screen.
The secret bases are alarmed, the troops are on the alert. The counter attack is set on foot. Depends on a single word.
With all their foes their doing away. And all enclosed have to die. There's no cover in the case of war.
Chorus: Nuclear war. That's the nuclear war.
Watch out - for the news today. Fallout - over israel.
The bomb has struck in morningtime. A shelter won't be of use. A few survived to waste away. But they'll never know the cause, of the nuclear war.
In the burnt out cities.
We're standing in a pub, got nothing else to do. A bottle in the hand, we knocked back yet a few. When everyone was pissed, there wasn't left a dime. The blame was on the beer, that's flowing really fine.
Chorus: Now now now, out of order. Now now now, beyond the border. Now now now, now we're on the way. Dawn patrol, fuckin' wasted. Dawn patrol, we don't please them. Dawn patrol, we roam 'til the dawn is gonna come.
Then everything went wrong, we blame it on the beer. The bouncers caught us up to throw us out of here. A member of the gang was crashing on the floor. Because he tried to kick the bouncer in the balls.
When on the city's border the night is coming on. And all the people do withdraw into their secure homes. Then on the city's border we're going on patrol. We're setting out, go underground, to the avoided zone.
They really beat us up, but we were kicking back. And in the end I said 'You're rotten in the head.' We made off fast but not for a long time yet back home. Because there were a lot of places left to roam.
He was a gutterboy, dwelled in different places. Lost his parental home for he got the sack. He never got on well with their expectations. Found with an overdose in a public lav.
Chorus: Blame our society that destroyed him.
He was a criminal in other people's eyes. And spent many hours alone staring in the dark. Though for him nothing made a sense at all. This ain't been his destination. He was a lonely boy and always on the run.
Chorus: Get on strike!
When the bastards take you up at the station. Questions hole into your head. They wanna name you detailed information. While they're treating you like shit.
When you got the boot at home, get dressed up. Give 'em bollocks, crop your hair. And when they try to rip you off in the classroom, just refuse it to go there.