Page bloquée

Cette page est actuellement bloquée pour modification par un autre utilisateur. Vous devez attendre que cet utilisateur ait terminé ou que le blocage de la page expire.
Actuellement bloqué par : 216.73.216.141
Le blocage expire à : 2026/02/25 08:24 (14 min)
Cette page est en lecture seule. Vous pouvez afficher le texte source, mais ne pourrez pas le modifier. Contactez votre administrateur si vous pensez qu'il s'agit d'une erreur.
====== Paroles ======
===== The Business =====
==== Drinking & driving ====

Half past 5 I'm in 
the pub
Six O'clock it's home for grub
Eight O'clock I'm back to the bar
Sod the walk I'll take the car

Knock it back
Have another one
Drinking and driving is so much fun

In the motor off you go
Not too fast and not too slow
Keep your head and keep your cool 
Must avoid that rightful pull 

As you meander down the road 
Don't forget your highway code 
See the spot and take your pick 
Out of the car to be sick!

==== Spirit Of  The Street ====

I'm coming at you 
with the spirit of the street
From the ghettos with a hardcore beat
It don't matter if you're black or white
It's not your colour that makes it right
IF YOU MAKE A STAND
I'LL STAND WITH YOU
IF YOU TAKE MY HAND
WE'LL SEE IT THROUGH
Oi you punk what's wrong with you
Hardcore kids are coming through
Oi you skin how about you
You must unite or we'll be through
We've done our best to get by
Problems with this issue won't subside
One by one you can make a choice
One beating heart and inner voice 

==== Blood Ties ====
In the dark and 
sunless hours
On the streets of London town
There stood you and the boys
And you were always messing around
When the streets are out ot get you
And the sun refuses to shine
What's s kid supposed to do
But turn his life into crime
SOME SAY YOU WERE CRAZY
IT AIN'T TRUE (IF THEY ONLY KNEW)
HALF THE KIDS IN LONDON
ARE LIKE YOU
There was talk you killed your rival
But talking is no proof
You'll be off the manor for a while now
They don't believe the truth
Your brother is still alive though
He pulled through after all
The damage was superficial
When you pushed him for that fall
Night held you back
As you went through the door
You left a man lying
With a bullet on the floor

==== The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth ====
How dare you sit 
in judgment
Of working girls on the game
You're just as guilty your honour
Hiding facts behind your fame
DISHING OUT A PRISON TERM
FOR WHAT SHOULD BE THEIR RIGHT
WE WANT THE TRUTH
THE WHOLE TRUTH, AND NOTHING
BUT THE TRUTH
Pass the buck with a sentence
Learned upholder of decency
Dishonored your bench and all who sit on it
Paid young girls frequently
With your friends in high places
Hypocrite son of a bitch
The only reason you're still here
Is coz you're filthy rich

==== One Common Voice ====
Stole the name 
from the working class
Turned us into working brass
Sweating till my back breaks everyday
Take the long walk through the factory gates
As a nation is born a city is laid
A power generates for political gain
The rich man makes his way to capital goal
As a working man tries to make his way in the world
WE'RE ONE COMMON VOICE (x3)
IN THE WORLD
Some say your cards are all dealt in advance
Some say you're never ever given a chance
Till the day you die hope purities help
When the morning bell rings you're on the way to hell
Borders are the same between our kind and theirs
Been the fucking same for hundreds of years
As the working class struggles to get ahead
Someone brings the power down and knocks it on the head

==== What's The Story ====
Was born and bred
Lived here all my life
Don't know why
But it just seemed right
Can't change me local
Can't change the firm
This is my story
Just listen and learn
NOW I'M A LOT WISER
I'M A FATHER OF A SON
TIMES HAVE CHANGED
I THOUGHT IT'S NEVER COME
Starting in a band
So young and nice
I didn't believe
Went over to football
Drank in the pubs
Couldn't handle any disco clubs

==== Justice Not Politics ====
Newspapers, 
Magazines, Jobs galore
Middle class students, oh what a bore
Designer labels trendy post codes
Putting Charlie up your nose
Brand new cars take a look
Paid by daddy's big cheque book
Your rebellion stands at the back of the club
Inking down notes with the bands blood
WE WANT JUSTICE NOT POLITICS (x4)
LITTLE BIT OF TROUBLE YOU TURN TAIL AND RUN
WHAT YOU ONCE BELIEVED IN NOW YOU TAKE THE PISS
BY WORD OF MOUTH AND NEGATIVE PRESS
What goes through your mind is a mystery
You watch street bands kickin in history
We're having a say your having a go
You're the first to spot a row at a punk show
Dancing and music's about having fun

==== One Thing Left To Say ====
Caught up in 
something
You didn't wanna do
It's not your fault so I'll leave it up to you
I'm trying, You're buying
One thing left to say
That there must be a better way
Thought you were big and brave
Now it's the only thing you crave
You've blacked out your memory
Is there anything out there you can see
I'm trying, You're buying
One thing left to say
That there must be a better way
Know you need help but you won't admit it
Going to them might put in it
Trying to handle your addiction
It's in your blood it's an affliction
I'm trying, You're buying
One thing left to say
That there must be a better way
I'm trying, Your buying
One thing left to say
That there must be a better way
Cry to the world you wanna break out

==== Death To Dance ====
It drives me mad, 
it makes me sick
There's no booze to make 'em tick
Just ecstasy and laser lights
They're too high to wanna fight
DEATH TO DANCE, DEATH TO DANCE
GOTTA KILL IT OFF WHILE WE GOT A CHANCE
Anonymous faces senseless noise
Music by numbers electric toys
Kids ain't brainless know what you nicked
Money from mugs another bands hit
It's disco music with another name
We smashed 'em up now we're back again
Dealers in the warehouse being brave
Now the time to rave to the grave

==== No Time 4 U ====
We grew up 
together when we were only kids
Fighting against a world that didn't really exist
Don't know where it went wrong
And I don't know who to blame

NO TIME FOR YOU NOW
STILL WE CARRY ON
(x3)
Nestling on your pedestal low as low can be
The streets where we came from is where I wanna be
A rumour here a rumour there this time you're gonna fall
Time has passed the youth has gone you didn't get the call

==== SE12 ====
I went to school 
with Joey James said he's gonna make it anyway
Football, crime, rock n' roll Nothing else could save his soul
Headed out on his motorbike We were sixteen and loved a fight
Weekend gangsters old school mob the passion of youth and being a yob
WE WERE THE BOYS OF SE12
A villain is a fighter and keeps on his toes carries a reputation wherever he 
goes
Me and Joey were angels to the crew like villains we wanted to die for you
The children had gone inside for the day while back in bar the mob streams away
Something's gonna happen said Joey to the Sun as it went down he bought out a 
gun
Something's going down in SE12 

==== Crime Of The Century ====

It all started way 
back then
A lifetime of robbery down in the East End
The jailbird's been freed to roam again
I got no money
It's easy to see what time has done to me
A broken man without any stability
IT'S THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY (x2)
PROFESSION OF VIOLENCE DON'T MEAN MUCH TO ME
Whispers of a job
Some things never change down in the Southside
This is my action I want a piece of it
Safety deposit box
The place I'm gonna nick it is up in Knightsbridge
This is my chance to get on my feet again

==== Informer ====
Why'd you give him 
18 years
Leave a family drowning in tears
Baby boy baby girl
Now their lives a living hell
Some say it shouldn't be done
But life on the dole ain't no fun
SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN DONE
YOU'RE AN INFORMER
You didn't have to name him to the law
Just trying to stop from being poor
Hopes the kids will pull through
Without a dad coz of you
Some say it shouldn't be done
But life on the dole ain't no fun

==== Southgate (Euro '96) ====
Gareth Southgate 
stood on the spot
Couldn't believe the chance he got
He'd be a hero with one toe punt
But sent it at the keeper oh what a cunt
SOUTHGATE'S GOING HOME, HE'S GOING HOME (x2)
SOUTHGATE'S GOING HOME - OH NO HE'S MISSED THE BUS
Should he hit to the left
Should he hit to the right
Don't really matter coz he was shite
That's the way our luck goes
Couldn't see the ball coz of the size of his nose
If I score this it'll be a killer
Coz they won't let me at Aston Villa
Didn't take a run up for the kick
Even me mum thinks I'm a prick
DANCE NOW WHATEVER YOU WILL BE
BUT HE MISSED THE FUCKING PENALTY
SO WE SMASHED UP THE TOWN
WHEREVER WE MAY BE
COZ HE MISSED THE FUCKING PENALTY

==== Hardcore Hooligan ====
YOU'RE JUST A 
HOOLIGAN
A HARDCORE HOOLIGAN
(x2)
They've taken the game out of our pockets
They're filling theirs up and its time to stop it
Cost of the tickets has gone through the roof
Hard to afford we're the living proof
Football clubs taking the piss
Boys like you don't put up with this
All seater grounds the rucking's no more
But up at the station we'll still have a war

==== Get Out While You Can ====

You never question you never ask why
You never listen you never try
Never want to make a stand
With people like you, humanity's damned

Get out while you can (x3)

Get Out
Bomb could drop but you don't care
The cupboard's empty but you want your share
People repressed but you don't see
The normal attitude sickens me

==== Blind Justice ====
Burn Burn Burn the papers scream out loud
Die die die sang the voices in the crowd
Lock him up and throw him in a cell
He didn't do it and you know full well
So burn burn burn the papers scream out loud
Die die die sang the voices in the crowd

And when it was over where did you go

To look at the photos of a dead hero
He was a victim of inhuman revenge
He was a scapegoat for political ends
And no one knows if he did it or not
They never thought that when they tightened the knot
Burn burn burn the papers screamed out loud
Die die die sang the people in the crowd
Lock him up and throw him in a cell
He didn't do it and you know full well
He wasn't there but you don't really care

==== Work Or Riot ====

The winter of discontent's nearing
Thatchers got trouble with her hearing
The voices of many are going unheard
I'd try to laugh if it wasn't absurd

This generation won't keep quiet

Work work work or riot
The time is now, to Unite
Work Work Work or riot
The old generation sit cold and die
Feed their facts and live the lie
In the papers every day
So many rebebls being put away
Have you ever heard punk on the radio?
Have you ever been to a skinhead show
No escape for people like you
Did that happen in your time too?

==== The Employers Blacklist ====

Job chances seem very thin
Its a losing battle we all must win
The CBI are winning, keep down the pay
Mysterious people calling early in the day
The 'x' has appeared, another lost life
No tears are shed for the children and the wife
The daly's ignore it or trat it with tact
Still when they have been known to report the fact

In our country so fair and free

Say the holders of our economy
There is a monster said no to exist
They call it the emloyers blacklist
Nobody really knows whats going on
Be a rebel and you'll always be wrong
Sam old faces are always seen
One side of the story told to the screen
The government is too wise to be tricked
Anyone too clever has to be nicked
You listen to this and you'll think i'm sick
Well if you think that mug, you've got to be sick

==== Nobody Listened ====

Didn't want the dole money in his hand
So he formed a chaos band
He didn't depend on anyone
He wanted to have some fun

Johnny took a chance thats what he said

Nobody listened and now he's dead
He didn't want no boring job
Or to become part of the mob
He didn't rely on anyone
And so became a kid on the run
He was the one who led the crowd
The law said his voice was too loud
They're determined to make him pay
And later that night he passed away

==== Suburban Rebels ====

They're the sons and daughters of well of bankers
Tom Robinson's army of trendy wankers
Flared blue jeans and anoraks
With yellow streaks all down their backs
Who act so tough when their on TV
But trendy wankers don't scare me
Oi! Oi! Oi!-The chosen few
This is what we think of you

Suburban Rebels playing at reds
You would be urban terrorists
You don't scare us with your badges and banners
You know fuck all about heavy manners
Youre middle class kiddies from public school
Who writes your slogans on toilet walls
Like Tony Benns clones in plastic Macs
You wave hammer and sickle never Union Jacks
Got lots of mouth when you're in a crowd
But when you're alone-You don't speak loud

==== Mortgage Mentality ====

I run a shop upon the hill
I give out orders at my will
People do as they're told
Till the day that they're old
Apart from work, life's a toss
'Cos at home my wife's the boss
Ive got mortgage n all the loans
And a wife, 3 kids, and moans

Mortgage mentality, Mortgage mentality (x2)

I'm not really the one in charge
For this shop is much too large
I just wouldn't know what to do
I'm just another fool
For the guvnor its plain to see
That it's just got to be me
I'm the one with all the debts
So i've got to be the best bet

==== Guttersnipe ====

You preach anarchy but you make the rules
Setting up heroes like celluloid fools
In 20 lines you put the world tonight
You're anti-war, but you wanna fight

Guttersnipe, guttersnipe you ain't so right

You ain't worth woth a light
You spread lies to hide the truth
Leaders of the misled youth
Promote the myth to hide the vice
Intelects who don't think twice
You've got your badges, you've got your causes
Label under civilian forces
In black and whit upon your face
There's nothing but an empty space

==== Real Enemy ====

Reality punk is all together
Fighting each other, it just aint clever
You've got the wrong enemy picking on a friend
If we don't stand together then this is the end
Todays youth stand together
In your combat or your leather
There is a cause, a cause to fight
Not each other, we must unite

Fight the real enemy (x4)

Banned from the clubs every night
Same old story, will you ever see the light?
Everyone together now listen to me
Don't fight each other fight the real enemy

==== Another Rebel Dead ====

They found him in the lane
With cocaine in his brain
They found him on his own
But he didn't die alone

I heard what they said, Another Rebel dead

They say he killed himself, but it was someone else
His name was on their list
But now he don't exist
He didn't stand a chance
Upon his grave they dance
They were determined to blow him out
And so the papers read
That Johnny Smith was dead
A little girl asked why
And made her brother cry
Why did they make him go away?

==== Sabotage the Hunt ====

Lying in wait, here they come
Dressed in red, of course having fun
Trumpet blow height of their day
The fox will die if they have their way

Sabotage sabotage sabotage the hunt today
Sabotage sabotage sabotage it anyway

Here they come with horse and hounds
Fox it runs in leaps and bounds
Middle class murderers must be blocked
Destruction of wildlife must be stopped
Go near their horses and your kicked
Try to stop 'em and you'll be nicked
They're protected by the law
All we can do is watch in awe

==== Harry May ====

Harry runs his business
From above the dodgy lop
His brother runs a chemist
Its a front for anadin

Whats his name-Harry May! (x2)

Harry Harry Harry May (x2)

Harry's got a roller
A shooter in the boot
Killing is his living
It's where he makes his loot
Now he's turned 60
He's giving it a miss
He's given up his shooter
And he's always on the piss
Punk Online | Wiki punk rock, oi!, hardcore et ska

Outils du site

Page bloquée

Outils de la page
