Back when you started Things were kinda easier You had something to build Something you could stand for

But now - But now ? Do we have a future ? When every friend of mine should be a social worker Cos everything you've built has since been deleted

But you keep on sayin' It's better than nothing It's better than zero

Yeah we're frustrated When money rules the world We won't work for nothing We want to keep our pride

But you - But you ? You want a better price You want to rip us off The benefits you have Cos everything you've built Has since been restricted

You say It's better than nothing It's better than zero

You'd like to divide us To make us feel weak You point minorities But we blame the bosses (1999)

Two fists don't make a mind So you'd better think before startin' a fight Tough guys, tough guys, in the place Showin' their muscles & their lack of brains

You can pogo up & down Not havin' fun of others' pain Everybody's got a place Why makin' the pit a fuckin' ring ?

Tryin' to - To have a say - Without a word D'you understand ? Hard to - Open your minds - You'd rather kill What you don't want

Two fists don't make a right So you'd better learn before bashin' a 'fag' Everybody's got a life If your's shit, you can keep the waste

Macho Macho Macho man Try to be yourself & show respect Who cares if you're so harder It's only fools we can't tolerate

Boots & Braces - Boots & Braces Skins & Punks, People unite ! Boots & Braces - Boots & Braces Your swastikas, shove it up your arse !

Two fists don't make a man So you'd better leave all your fuckin' hate Shake hands, shake hands, have a smile When war is over, system watch out !

Tryin' to - To have a say - Without a word D'you understand ? Hard to - Open your minds - You'd rather kill What you don't want

Boots & Braces - Boots & Braces Skins & Punks, People unite ! Boots & Braces - Boots & Braces Your swastikas, shove it up your arse !

Hey! Rude Boy awake! You've been told so much bullshit Hey! Rude Girl awake! Do you know what the nazis did?

Seventy seven's the beginning of your fall Angry youth lost its self control Skrewdriver came starting to spread their lies And you sang along and you sold your soul!

Hey! Skinhead awake! Let's take a listen to the sounds of the street Hey! Skinhead awake! Time has come to change this beat!

A racist Rude Boy ? It's a non-sense A fascist Skinhead ? Go fuck yourself A nazi punker ? It's a non-sense Bloody non-sense !

Hey! Rude Boy awake! You've been told so much bullshit Hey! Rude Girl awake! Do you know what the nazis did ?

Hey! Rudy, tell me what are you waiting for ? Isn't it better when we're all equal ? Hey! Rudy, tell me, what are you living for ? Will you ever dare to quit this role ?

A racist Rude Boy ? It's a non-sense A fascist Skinhead ? Go fuck yourself A nazi punker ? It's a non-sense Bloody non-sense !

Hey! Skinhead awake! Let's take a listen to the sounds of the street Hey! Skinhead awake! Time has come to change this beat!

Sixty nine's spirit ? Take a look at yourself You guinea pigs for the National Front! That's ignorance & cowardice at their best You've been warned for your broken bones ! NB: Please take note that Skrewdriver WERE NOT a nazi band in 1977.

No money to pay For the lower door-price But a beer in the hand And a twelve-pack in their bag

They don't have the slightest idea Of what it is to set up a gig They can't even imagine We share responsibilities

Punx, punx, punx with brains Yes we matter when nobody cares !

You wanna leave school So you think you'll be free What happens in the end ? You're fodder for their factories

You're victimized, you're innocent, You lose control over your sense You waste your life, you're a non-sense Build up your mind for resistance !

Punx, punx, punx with brains Yes we matter when nobody cares !

My mind's in a mess & my body's tired I just can't bear to waste my time I just can't stop to wonder why I have to do this all my life

We've got to do the dirty jobs Then they'll get all the thanks I really can't wait anymore They'll get what they deserve

Hate the State Bite the hand That feeds you Hang your boss He's the one that makes you… Work to pay the food you need to work

They perfectly know what's our fate They just want us to pay their rent Urging us to work our ass off We'd better cut their fuckin' heads off

Hate the State Bite the hand That feeds you Hang your boss He's the one that makes you… Work to pay the food you need to work

When I see this bunch of bastards Drivin', drivin' their brand new bikes I just want to step on the gas Til I hit them with my car

Aryan clones don't make me smile Go away you fuckin' spies Salt Lake City's big enough Lock it up & kill your kind

Bicycle's ayatollahs Praise your god I lose your track Religion means death means boredom Make your day..Smash a mormon !

Mormons…Motherf*ckers since day one !

Southern trees bear a strange fruit, Blood on the leaves and blood at the root, Black body swinging in the Southern breeze, Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South, The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth, Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh, Then the sudden smell of the burning flesh

Aux arbres du Sud pendent d'étranges fruits Des corps noirs qui se balancent La douce odeur des magnolias Chassée par la chair brûlée

Here's a fruit for the crows to pluck For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop Here is a strange and bitter crop

Aux arbres du Sud pendent d'étranges fruits Des corps noirs qui se balancent La douce odeur des magnolias Chassée par la chair brûlée

F*ckin wankers disturbing the peace Ringin' shits in the middle of the meal No education, no respect at all Posin' machines playin' their role

Guess who's calling, where am I calling from ? Who do you think you are, pretentious assholes ? Who needs to know you're not at home Who needs to know, we're not your mom !!

Mobile assholes, mobile assholes Tryin' to play a social role Mobile assholes, mobile assholes Wherever you go you see these jocks

You'd like to be a businessman You'd like to be the leader of the gang Next month you'll have to pay the bill Moaning cos all your money's gone

Who needs to know you're not at home Who needs to know, we're not your mom !!

Mobile assholes, mobile assholes Tryin' to play a social role Mobile assholes, mobile assholes Wherever you go you see these jocks

You said you'd do it - Here & now A question of time - Here & now A question of days - Here & now The rich will pay - Here & now

Mobile assholes, mobile assholes Tryin' to play a social role Mobile assholes, mobile assholes Wherever you go you see these jocks (x2)

Using people as a steppin' stone Double standards were easy to learn Your victory now has a bitter taste To fuck people over… You became the best !

La vieille clique de bonnes familles Qui se partage les richesses S'imagine sans doute encore Qu'elle possède nos âmes Elle oublie un peu trop vite Que la ville appartient A tous ceux qui la font vivre Quelle que soit leur couleur

Limoges - Limoges - N'est pas pour eux Limoges - Limoges - Reste à ceux Reste à ceux qui l'ont comprise Reste à ceux…qui l'ont construite

Les grosses fortunes des collabos Font regretter à certains La période du IIIème Reich La milice et Pétain A 30 bornes d'Oradour Ils ont la mémoire courte Ils voudraient rallumer les fours Et nous y brûler sans doute

Limoges - Limoges - N'est pas pour eux Limoges - Limoges - Reste à ceux Reste à ceux qui ont compris Pourquoi ils…étaient ici

J'en vois qui ont du temps à perdre Et préfèrent s'en prendre aux leurs Que pourrait-il arriver En cas de vrai malheur "Diviser pour mieux régner" Devise des dirigeants Est-on censé l'appliquer dans notre propre camp ?

Limoges - Limoges - N'est pas pour eux Limoges - Limoges - Reste à ceux Reste à ceux qui ont compris Où sont vraiment…les ennemis

L’école, tu n’aimais pas ça L’éducation ? Non, pas pour toi Ton milieu, c’était la rue La vie, la vraie, rien de plus Tu vivais avec tes potes Non, la galère, c’est pas la honte Mais un jour t’en as eu marre Tu voulais pas finir comme ça

Quitte à connaître la crasse T’as voulu voir la working class Lueur d’espoir sur ta grise mine T’as embauché à l’usine Vêtu de bleu, t’es ouvrier La tête pleine de préjugés T’as réussi et tu es fier Bienvenue sur la chaîne

Ta culture, ils connaissent pas Pourquoi en parler, pourquoi s’énerver Les syndicats, tu n’y crois pas Pourquoi adhérer, pourquoi s’enchaîner ? Le patronat se fout de toi Pourquoi le respecter, pourquoi s’abaisser ? Tu vas transpirer, tu vas payer Pourquoi continuer, pourquoi continuer

T’as voulu voir, t’es rassuré Tu n’es là que pour trimer Rapporter et produire plus La fatigue pour tout bonus Courbé du matin au soir Non, pas de lueur d’espoir Courbé du matin au soir Non, pas de lueur d’espoir