So they say that we're on the way out
They say it's all just hype
Just take a look of fear in their eyes
Cause it's the in thing to abuse us
Behind our backs of course
They shroud the truth
With their own brand of lies
But we don't care what they say
We will never

They're gonna put me away
On the rap that I ain't done
Well I only really did it
Cos I wanted some fun
I know that I didn't mean it
But now that it's too late
This is what I'm gonna say
When I face the magistrate
It's true I hate you

They put me in a cell

All them people wanna say hello
Only wanna know ya
Cos you got some dough
One hand on my pocket
And one on my throat
Squeezing me dry until I choke

The exit sign is over there
You can leave if you dare
The contracts says ten more years
It's your fault don't

Are you ready to ruck!!!
Come on
Any time

They aint gonna be no argument
There aint gonna be no sentiment
I dont like what you just said
Now i'm gonna smash your head

R-r-r-r-r are you ready to ruck
R-r-r-r-r are you ready to ruck

I dont care if you use

so you you tell me why you always let me down
and you you tell me why you give me the run-around
there's no answer for half the things that you've done
so just you remember that i'll always owe you one
you're a badman
one day you'll realise just wot you've done to me
and

So you you tell me why you always let me down
And you you tell me why you give me the run-around
There's no answer for half the things that you've done
So just you remember that i'll always owe you one
You're a badman
One day you'll realise just wot you've done to me
And

Em um terrível novembro, que ao mundo chocou
Perdemos um pedaço, o peito apertou
Muitas almas a perder de Colômbia ao Brasil
Impossível preencher, deixando um vazio
Pensando em seu melhor, hoje o peito dói

Onde você possa estar, nossas mãos através do mar
Chapecoense!

Tell you about the place
I've lived all my life
I'll tell you all the truth about
The struggle and stife
All the toffs say it's a bit of a dive
It's the only place left
Where anyone is alive

East end

Take a walk around bethnal green
Or meet the mile end mo

You're walking along quietly
There's the sound of running feet
You turn around the corner
There's fighting on the street
See all the kids they wanna good time
They all wanna get stuck in
Don't know, don't care
if they're fighting for a cause
AS long as they get on

Saw you walking down the street
Flares n slippers on your feet
You was knocke from head to toe
are you smart. no no no

Flares n slippers(x3) oi
Flares N slippers(x3)are on your feet

Saw you walking down the street
Flares n slippers on your feet
5 foot 1 fat bo

How can you tell if you've
never been hit before
company executives thread you
into the floor
well i ain't taking it
i'don't care what you say
there's an open world out there
i've got to get away

this is, the hate of the city
this is, the hate of the city

I can't resist loud music
I could hear it until I drop
I've got scruffy jeans and bikers boots
and my hair is like a mop

Headbanger

Say that I'm a drop out
the fact is that you're right
I'd love to watch my ears drop off
Cause I'm headbanging all night

[Originally written in 1919 by Jaan Kenbrovin (James Kendis, James Brockman, and Nat Vincent) and John William Kellette]

I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air,
They fly so high, nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams they fade and die.
Fortune's always h

Gotta break out find something else to do
I can't stand being stuck in here with you
Gonna have a laugh
Gonna break into a store
I'm so bored that I don't care anymore
Told our mate to keep dog eye
But he went and told a lie
They took us down the station
They done

Here I am alone again
I'm trying to find my way
I think I've looked just everywhere
To find that brand new day

I'm walking down a rainy street
I'm staring straight ahead
Blackness there before my eyes
Nothing in my head
There's nothing in my head

I found m

I'm running down the road
With a bottle in my hand
Don't know what I'm doing
I think I'm going mad
Trying to tell myself that I'll be ok
That's what I tell myself every single day
I get gutted cos it seems that
It always happens to me
In the end I know I'll be ok<

Here comes the new punk

Do you remember 1977
Daddy of the gang said
that you'll go to heaven
every word a lie and none the truth
so here's a message for todays youth

Join the Rejects and get yourself killed

I wanna go back to where it all began
I wanna do a

Sunshine and wrong side of another day
Sky high and six thousand miles away
Don't know how long I've been awake
Wound up in an amazing state

Can't get enough and you know it's righteous stuff
Goes up like prices at christmas
Motorhead, remember me, now motorhead, alrigh

Hear that cry throughout the streets, we know just what it means
And even to the ignorant, it 'aignt what it seems
Through every city backstreets, the kids from all around
They all come to join the fun, cause they know the sound
They all try to ignore us, but we wont let 'em win<