Lyrics to Great Songs
Blitz
SOMEONES GONNA DIE
This is where the good times went
With his brains lying on the pavement
With a broken bottle in his hand
And another in his back
Chorus
Do you feel alright? Oi! Oi! Oi!
Someone's gonna die tonight Oi! Oi! Oi!
Do you feel alright? Oi! Oi! Oi!
The boys are out tonight!
Was it something that he said?
with his footballscarf now stained red
With a broken bottle in his hand
You will never understand
Chorus
Business
REAL ENEMY
Reality punk is all together
Fighting each other just ain't clever
You've got the wrong enemy picking on a friend
If we don't stand together then this is the end
Today's youth stand together
In your combat and leather
There's a cause a cause to fight
Not each other we must unite
Chorus
Fight the real enemy x4
Banned from the pubs everynight
Same old story will you ever see the light
Everyone toghter now listen to me
Don't fight each other fight the real enemy
CONDEMNED 84
FACE THE AGGRESSION
Time to do your best when you're left on your own
Gotta fend for yourself, now you're far away from home
Kicked up the arse all the time in the past
Now you gotta make a stand yourself
Give them a glare, give them a stare
And they'll go running away
Give a good impression they'll feed your aggression
And you'll get stronger day to day
Chorus
Look at my face see the tension
Look at my anger see my aggression
Look at my face see the tension
Look at my anger face the aggression
Stand up in defiance never back down
Prove to them that you're the strongest around
You don't need any backup you can handle yourself
Give them a lesson, show your aggression
EXPLOITED
EXPLOITED BARMY ARMY
E-X-P-L-O-I-T-E-D
We're the exploited barmy army, don't try and mess us (4times)
Exploited, barmy army (4times)
Don't mess, with the barmy army
Don't fight, with the barmy army
Don't stare, at the barmy army
Don't mess, with the barmy army
PETER AND THE TESTTUBE BABIES
Up Yer Bum
When a cops gonna nick yer, when yer dad's gonna hit yer.
When the bird you're with is rough, when you can't drink enough.
Up yer bum, up yer bum, up yer bum, up yer bum.
Up, up, up, up, up, up yer bum.
When you can't get the hard, when you've lost yer dole card.
When yer bird's got clap, when yer beers gone flat.
When yer neighbour complain, when yer bird's on again.
When you can't scrounge a fag, when yer mum starts to nag.
The Last Resort
VIOLENCE IN OUR MINDS
Walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine
Looking for some aggro just to pass the time
We met a stupid hippie who tried to run away
I punched him in the nose just to pass the time of day
Great big boots great long laces
Jeans held up by scarlet braces
Get out of our way or get took for a ride
We've just got violence in our minds
In our minds we got violence in our minds
Wake up in the morning I have me Ready Brek
I drink me cup of Bovril and wring me mother's neck
I stroll into town beat a soulboy black and blue
Put fruit gum in the meter 'cos there's nothing else to do
We go to football matches we always have a laugh
We always get some bovver in before the second half
We really have a smashing time we really have some fun
Especially when the odds are ours 25 to 1, to 1