The Last Resort


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FREEDOM

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 freed them before
All the kids stand on the streets
Holes in the shoes on their feet
Those skinny kids got nothing to eat
But some day you´ll free ém oh yeah
Your blind to what goes on today
All the poverties on display
You won´t see ´cos your so far away
Until soon they´ll be knocking on your door
All the kids will rule the streets
Making our plans for us to meet
We will fight ´til the end
For our right to our country men

SKINHEADS IN STA PRESS

Run amok and have fight
Get pissed up cause a riot
Smash windows and burn beach huts
Tell the government to stuff the cuts
Cut the taxes one by one
Cut them ´til 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 up your boots pour a pint
Let´s go protest tonight
The old bill try to take us down
Bring us before The Crown
Lock us up when we have fights
Keep us of the street at night

Rebels With a Cause

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
We're rebels with a cause
We're rebels with a cause
We ain't simple, we aint fools
We're rebels with a cause
On the streets it's still the same
Another dawn, another day
They want homes to call their own
The rules are different, the games the same
People don't understand me
'Cause i play in a rock & roll band
It's the only way i can make a stand
We run in different games
But we all feel just the same
You know our name and you know our name
You know our name and you know our name
Born to win, born to lose
The right is ours which way we choose
It don't matter what clothes you wear
It's how you feel that makes you real

King Of The Jungle

He watches the other beasts
Quiet and dignified
Claws like flicknifes
He don't have to hide
Waiting until the time is right
Pouncing like a thief in the night
But they keep on coming through the jungle track
When they feel the power on the hour
Wish they had turned back
The air is fill with a mighty roar
They stand there as always as before
The warrior's strong, the warrior's proud
The warrior stands at the edge of the crowd
The warrior's brave, the warrior's cool
Even when he's got his back against the wall
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're few and far between
They'll stand by you no matter where you've been

We Rule OK

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 to the rich
She thinks we can't see her plan
To kill the spirit of the working class man
Make us redundant, put us on the dole
Put us in prisons without parole
They're a bunch of stuck up snobs
They think kids are mindless yobs
But we'll stop them in the end
And they'll find out who are their friends
Maggies boys don't give a shit
If you ain't a Tory then your face don't fit
You can't get nothing for your pound
These days you have to shop around
Be a rebel with a cause
Fight against the stupid laws
Stop ol' maggie once and for all
Cos on the streets its us who rule

Changing

Smashing everything up in sight
Making old ladies die with fright
Wait until we reach our height
Cos they bow down before us
Skinhead running along the street
lookin g looking hard
Causing mayhem wherever we 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 our ways
All the punks and romantics
Will soon make a change
They will always follow the times
We will keep our ways

Rose Of England

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 always stand
Why we'll fight for English land
Where you come from we don't care
We're just glad that you are there
English rose is sweet and strong
To this country you belong
It will never wilt or cease
To exist in war and peace.

Violence In Our Minds

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
But i punched him in the nose just to pass the time of day
(chorus) Great big boots, great long laces
Our jeans held up with scarlet braces
Get out of our way or get took for a ride
We've just got violence in our minds
Wake up in the morning, have me ready brek
Drink me cup of Bovril and wring my mothers neck
Strollinto town, beat a Soul Boy black and blue
Put a fruit gum in the meter cos there's fuck all else to do
(chorus)
We go to football matches, we always have a laugh
Always get some bovver in, before the second half
We have our selve a smashing time, we really have some fun
Especially when the odds are ours 25 to 1, to 1

Resort Bootboys

We wake up a 10 o'clock
Put your boots on and go round the block
We have a few beers and we joke around
We make 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 bootboys
We know its gonna be a hell of a game
One - nil down its always the same
But we don't really give a fuck
Believe it or not, we're here for the ruck
After the game we count all the scarves
We jum all over some geezers car
We lost the game but we won the fight
I hope its on the box tonight

Red, White, & Blue

All thats true is the red, white, & Blue
England, England is my land
It's the only life i understand
From Carlisle 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 will hold us back
Cos our flag is the Union Jack
Call us hooligans, call us yobs
In the war it's us who do the job
No other country will make us slaves
Britannia will rule the waves