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+ | ====== Paroles ====== | ||
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+ | ===== 4 Skin ===== | ||
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+ | ==== Chaos ==== | ||
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+ | Do you remember the days in 69? | ||
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+ | Seeing all the skinheads standing in a line | ||
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+ | Foaming at the mouth, Waiting for a fight | ||
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+ | High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin sight | ||
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+ | Come back of the skinhead | ||
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+ | come back of the boot | ||
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+ | People that we don't beat up | ||
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+ | We're gonna fucking shoot | ||
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+ | We are the new breed, we will have our say | ||
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+ | we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die | ||
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+ | Trouble east London | ||
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+ | Trouble in the street | ||
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+ | On the street corners | ||
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+ | Where the gang still meets | ||
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+ | Talking about the weekend | ||
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+ | What they' | ||
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+ | If you aint careful | ||
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+ | They are gonna do you! | ||
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+ | Chaos in the city | ||
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+ | Civil war now | ||
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+ | Skinheads taking over | ||
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+ | Like skinheads know how | ||
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+ | Skinhead with his boots on | ||
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+ | Nobodys fool | ||
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+ | Skinheads taking over | ||
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+ | Chaos is the rule! | ||
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+ | Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss! | ||
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+ | Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss! | ||
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+ | ==== Clockwork Skinhead ==== | ||
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+ | Wearing braces, the red, white, and blue | ||
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+ | doing what he thinks he ought to do | ||
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+ | Used to be a punk and a mod too | ||
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+ | Or is it just a phase he's going through | ||
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+ | He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead | ||
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+ | Clockwork skinhead- got no choice | ||
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+ | He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead | ||
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+ | clockwork skinhead-One of the boys | ||
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+ | Take him to the pub, buy him a beer | ||
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+ | Tell him what he wants to hear | ||
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+ | Wind him up like clockwork toy | ||
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+ | wants to be a man but he's just a boy | ||
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+ | Believes everything the papers say | ||
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+ | What's he gonna be today | ||
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+ | What i | ||
+ | s it hip to be | ||
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+ | Will he be himself or will he copy me? | ||
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+ | ==== Sorry ==== | ||
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+ | I won't say sorry for what i've done | ||
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+ | I won't say sorry for having fun | ||
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+ | I won't take the blame | ||
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+ | No i ain't gonna be ashame | ||
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+ | Won't say sorry for what i've done | ||
+ | |||
+ | I don't say sorry to anyone | ||
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+ | Shout it out Shout it out | ||
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+ | I don't give a damn 'cos i'm proud of what i am | ||
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+ | I don't give a damn 'cos i'm proud of what i am | ||
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+ | I won't say sorry to you | ||
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+ | If you think i will you know what you can do | ||
+ | |||
+ | I won't apologise | ||
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+ | and i won't put up with any of you lies | ||
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+ | I won't say sorry to you | ||
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+ | You can stuff that up your asshole too | ||
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+ | I won't say sorry for what i am | ||
+ | |||
+ | I won't say sorry for the manners i have | ||
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+ | I won't say sorry at all | ||
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+ | I won't say sorry 'cos it makes me feel small | ||
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+ | I won't say sorry for the way i act | ||
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+ | I won't say sorry and thats a fact | ||
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+ | ose | ||
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+ | Gonna punch you in the Nose | ||
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+ | Stick my Marten in your crotch | ||
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+ | Don't like you, you're too much | ||
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+ | ==== A.C.A.B ==== | ||
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+ | hangin around with my mates one night | ||
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+ | WE got in a little fight | ||
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+ | Geezer come with a knife in his fist | ||
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+ | i got cut along with the wrist said | ||
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+ | ACAB ACAB ACAB | ||
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+ | All cops are bastards | ||
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+ | Coppers come up & say what's the matter with you? | ||
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+ | now they see what we can do | ||
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+ | Next thing i knew i was in a cell | ||
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+ | all my mates are in there as well | ||
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+ | i had a court date to plead my case | ||
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+ | they had delight at the look in my face | ||
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+ | they said we're gonna put you away | ||
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+ | i said all i had to say | ||
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+ | ==== Yesterday Heroes ==== | ||
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+ | From the cradle to the grave | ||
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+ | The Oi Boy got to save | ||
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+ | Show he's going to everyone | ||
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+ | From his birth to his death | ||
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+ | Got to prove that he's the best | ||
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+ | Don't even mean it's got to me done | ||
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+ | But he's yesterday' | ||
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+ | Yesterday' | ||
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+ | Yesterday' | ||
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+ | Yesterday' | ||
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+ | Wants to try his hand at pop | ||
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+ | Have a record at the top | ||
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+ | All these records are lots of fun | ||
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+ | Concerts city style | ||
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+ | They all make you smile | ||
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+ | Ain't it all a load of fun? | ||
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+ | On telly every day | ||
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+ | Copied in every way | ||
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+ | Fans ask for an autograph | ||
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+ | Some kind of superman | ||
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+ | Photographs for a fan | ||
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+ | Don't it all make yer laugh? | ||
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+ | ==== Evil ==== | ||
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+ | I like breaking arms and legs snapping spines and wringing necks now i'll knife you in the back Kick yourbones until they crack | ||
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+ | Evil, evil, evil, evil | ||
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+ | Jump up and down upon your head Kick you around 'til your dead Fill your body full of lead See the roads turn to red | ||
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+ | I don't like trendy cunts who pose Gonna punch you in the Nose Stick my Marten in your crotch Don't like you, you're too much | ||