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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


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


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


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

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