4-skins
Blitz
The Business
The Oppressed
The Toy Dolls
4-Skins
Chaos
Do you remember the days in 69?
Seeing all the skinheads standing in a
line
Foaming at the mouth, Waiting for a
fight
High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin
sight
(Chorus) Come back of the skinhead
come back of the boot
People that we don't beat up
We're gonna fucking shoot
We are the new breed, we will have our
say
we are the new breed, we ain't gonna
die
Trouble east London
Trouble in the street
On the street corners
Where the gang still meets
Talking about the weekend
What they're gonna do?
If you aint careful
They are gonna do you!
(Chorus)
Chaos in the city
Civil war now
Skinheads taking over
Like skinheads know how
Skinhead with his boots on
Nobodys fool
Skinheads taking over
Chaos is the rule!
Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss
Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss!
1st verse
Clockwork Skinhead
Wearing braces, the red, white, and
blue
doing what he thinks he ought to do
Used to be a punk and a mod too
Or is it just a phase he's going
through
(chorus)He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a
clockwork skinhead
Clockwork skinhead- got no choice
He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork
skinhead
clockwork skinhead-One of the boys
Take him to the pub, buy him a beer
Tell him what he wants to hear
Wind him up like clockwork toy
wants to be a man but he's just a boy
(chorus)
Believes everything the papers say
What's he gonna be today
What is it hip to be
Will he be himself or will he copy me?
Sorry
I won't say sorry for what i've done
I won't say sorry for having fun
I won't take the blame
No i ain't gonna be ashamed
Won't say sorry for what i've done
I don't say sorry to anyone
(chorus)Shout it out
Shout it out
I don't give a damn cos im proud of what i
am
I don't give a damn 'cos i'm proud of what i
am
I won't say sorry to you
If you think i will you know what you can
do
I won't apologise
and i won't put up with any of you lies
I won't say sorry to you
You can stuff that up your asshole too
(chorus)
I won't say sorry for what i am
I won't say sorry for the manners i
have
I won't say sorry at all
I won't say sorry 'cos it makes me feel
small
I won't say sorry for the way i act
I won't say sorry and thats a fact
Evil
I like breaking arms and legs
snapping spines and wringing necks
now i'll knife you in the back
Kick yourbones until they crack
(chorus)Evil, evil, evil, evil (4x)
Jump up and down upon your head
Kick you around 'til your dead
Fill your body full of lead
See the roads turn to red
(chorus)
I don't like trendy cunts who pose
Gonna punch you in the Nose
Stick my Marten in your crotch
Don't like you, you're too much
(chorus)
A.C.A.B
hangin around with my mates one night
WE got in a little fight
Geezer come with a knife in his fist
i got cut along with the wrist said
(chorus)ACAB ACAB ACAB
All cops are bastards
Coppers come up & say what's the matter with
you?
now they see what we can do
Next thing i knew i was in a cell
all my mates are in there as well
(chorus)
i had a court date to plead my case
they had delight at the look in my face
they said we're gonna put you away
i said all i had to say
Blitz
Never Surrender
Never surrender, never give in
Never let the enemy win
Never say why, never say die
It's always worth another try
(chorus)Never surrender...
Never give in to things they say
Better move fast before its too late
Lose the race, lose your face
Better keep cool and play the ace
Never surrender...
Nation On Fire
it's summertime and the country's on the
line
the lads are on the streets and the riots doing
fine
picking up the pieces after the night
picking up the pieces for another fight
the bricks beat down in the boys in
blue
there's no escape, they're coming for
you
the clubs come down 'round your head
it's war on the streets and they're running
red!
(chorus) police are running facing
defeat
cities burning in the summerheat
police are running facing defeat
cities burning in the summerheat
the law can't stop the anger of the
crowds
they're still coming through tear-gas
clouds
police are running, facing defeat
tears are falling in the summerheat
the bricks beat down in the boys in
blue
there's no escape, they're coming for
you
the clubs come down 'round your head
it's war on the streets and they're running
red!
Warriors
Your sun is setting and the day is late
As we walk over this wasteland of hate
There's people getting angry in these darkest
hours
There's blood on the streets and the streets are
ours
(chorus) Warriors, never forget the
Warriors
Our mates are diamond and we shine like
steel
You can't beat us down the wounds will never
heal
You can't take us for a ride
You can't rob a warrior of his pride
It's your hate on which we feed
We are the new class we are the new
breed
Send our regards to a nation on fire
And with love a bouquet of barbed wire
From the Warriors
Someones Gonna Die
This is where the good times end
With his brains laying 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 football scarf now stained red
With a broken bottle in his hand
You will never understand
Fight To Live
Time get hard you get uptight
You'd better watch out for the danger
signs
Praying for your life (*??) Rut
Fighting for survival this feeling in your
gut
(chorus) 'Cos we fight to live
We live to fight
We don't give a shit
What's wrong or what's right
The Business
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
Get out while you can
Get out while you can
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
(chorus)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
(chorus)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
(chorus)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 employers 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
(chorus)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
The Oppressed
Violence
Violence everywhere i go, in everyone i
meet
Down the club, In the disco, Violence on the
street
The way you stand alone and proud, the way you
crop your hair
Violence in your boots and braces, Violence in
your stare
(chorus)We've got Violence
Violence
Violence
Ultra Violence, Blood on the Streets
Violence down the football, Violence in the
pub
Violence is a way of life, violence you
love
And your friends, kids of Britain til you run
amok
Violence is in your mind you don't give a
fuck
(chorus)
WE´RE THE OPPRESSED
Born to fight, born to win
We were all born to be skin
Born with Marten´s on our feet
Facing truth there´s no retreat
People fear us, think we´re
strange
Boots and braces we won´t change
We will never be second best
You know us we´re The Oppressed
We are skinheads we are proud
Playing music for the crowd
Music for the working class
Stick your disco up your arse
RIOT
There´s a burning sky overhead
Kids on the street are seeing red
They´re gonna set the city alight
All this boredom makes ém wanna
fight
Riot riot on the street tonight
Riot riot gonna do it right
Riot riot gonna scream and shout
Riot riot that´s what life´s
about
Who´s to blame the rich or the
poor
Fight the enemy fight the law
We´ll stick together, we´ll see it
through
We´re gonna riot, me and you
Street´s can burn, governments too
We´re gonna riot we´re gonna see it
through
We´re gonna smash your thin blue
line
We´re doing OK, we´re doing
fine
JOE HAWKINS
See him walking down the street
Doctor Marten´s on his feet
Levi jeans Ben Sherman shirt
Fuck with him and you´ll get hurt
He´s a skinhead, he don´t
care
Marten boots and short cropped hair
He´s a skinhead, he don´t care about
you
Walking down on the Brighton pier
Long haired hippies filled with fear
Cruch of bone as the boot goes in
Joe´s so proud to be a skin
Prison couldn´t change his ways
Skinhead´s back he´s here to
stay
So if you think you´ve got the
suss
Be a skinhead, be like us
He´s the king, king of skins
What´s his name, Joe Hawkins
The Toy Dolls
Nellie The Elephant
To Bombay a travelling circus came
they brought an inteligent elephant and Nellie was
her name
One dark night she slipped her iron
chain
and off she ran to Hindustan and was never seen
again
(chorus) Nellie the elephant pack her trunk and
said goodbye to the circus
Off she went with a trumpety trump trump trump
trump.
New Nellie the elephant packed her trunk and
trundled off to the jungle
Off she went with a trumpety trump trump trump
trump.
The head of the herd was calling far far
away
They met one night in the silver light on the road
to Mandalay...
Night by night she danced to the circus
band
When Nelli was leading the big parade she looked
so proud and grand
No more tricks for Nellie to perform
They taught her how to take a bow and she took the
crowd by storm
She Goes To Finos
Every night I know that she goes to
Finos
and every night I know that she see's
him
Every night she holds him tight at
Finos
and everynight it's alright for him
(chorus) and she goes... La la la la la la la to
Finos
yes she goes... la la la la la la la with
him
and she goes... La la la la la la la to
Finos
yes she goes... la la la la la la la...
Every night I try to get into Finos
and every night they just won't let me
in
and everynight I watch him meet her at
Finos
and every night it's alright for him
(chorus)
One of these nights I'm gonna get into
Finos
and one of this nights I'm gonna make her see
me
and every night I'm gonna get into
Finos
and everynight will be alright for me
She's A Worky
Ticket
She's a worky ticket I bought her a King
cone
and she woudn't lick it
she wanted the chocolate one but when I got
there
they'd all gone.
(chorus) yeah she's a worky ticket everywhere we
go
Worky ticket
leaves me standing in the rain
and freezin in the snow
Worky ticket everywhere we go
Worky ticket, worky ticket
sent me up the pub for 20 L and B
but when I got back all she did was yell at
me
she was sittin watchin Charles Dichens on the
box
what's that funny smell ya better go and wash yer
socks
I couldn't bear it could not take it any
more
grabbed me coat and me hat and slipped out of the
door
(chorus)
She's a little worky ticket I bought her a watch
and
she wouldn't fit it
I fixed if meself, it smashed upon the
shelf
It doesn't fit, never mind...
Cloughy Is A Bootboy
Cloughy's lads are full o' gloom, coz Cloughy's in
the changin' room
Why can't he nick off & leave them
be?
He screams & yells & just because, Cloughy
knows that he's the boss
Cloughy's rough & tough Cloughy's
barmy
Cloughy's in a huff & tense, Cloughy's teeth
begin to clench
A Cloughy fan asks for his autograph "Can yer sign
this Brian?"
He nuts him first & smacks him next, nobody
makes Cloughy vexed
Cloughy is the chief Cloughy's the
Gaffa
Cloughy is a football hooligan, now Cloughy's only
at his prime
with his fist in yer nose when the referee blows
full time
(chorus) Brian Brian kicks & stomps & he
shouts oi!
Brian Brian Cloughy is a bootboy
The judge tells Cloughy to keep calm, he's up for
Grevious Bodily Harm
Cloughy stands and begins to yell
Cloughy must have a screw loose coz Cloughy says
he's gonna crucify
the cops when he gets out the cell
Cloughy is a football hooligan
Cloughy is a football hooligan
(chorus)
He kicks & slaps, he thumps &
cracks
he nuts & smacks and shouts Oi!
Deidre's A Slag
First of all there was Ray
he went with Deidrie yeh Ray
thought that he was the bee's knee
but now he's left her and she's pleased
and just incase you meet
Deidrie down Coronation Street
she's a slag.
(chorus) everybody sing... Deidrie's a
slag
slag slag slag
Deidrie's a slag
big ugly slag
yeh Deidrie's a slag
Mike Baldwin came like a flash
he had a Jag U ar and cash
Ken saw them at the flicks that night
neckin on he squeezed her tight
and just in case you meet
Deidrie down Coronation Street
she's a slag
(chorus)
Ken was next said I love you
why all the o-ther blokes too
Deidrie said what's it got to do with
you
it's up to me what I do
and just in case you meet
Deidrie down Coronation Street
she's a slag
PC Stocker
Stoker is a boy in blue
and he must be the worst
He's a copper!
Stoker someday he'll get you
but you won't be the first
he's a copper
he's a police constable
that makes us feel uncomfortable
he's a copper
no more football in the street
or neckin with your girlfriend
Stoker's on the beat again
(chorus) He's a Bobby he's a joker
he's a Bobby we want dead
he's a Bobby, P.C. Stoker
why can't we have a decent
proper copper instead?
Stoker loves to see a fight
he really goes to town
he's a copper
Stoker's smiling with delight
he's took somebody down
he's a copper
he'll prove you guilty in the court
you'll wish that you had never fought
a copper
don't cry or shout or scream or yell
there's nothing you can do
when Stoker's in the cell with you
(chorus)
The United Team supporters
have invaded the pitch
that's P.C. Stoker's quaters so
he finds his talky switch
I need some help down here boys
there's punks and skinheads too
and we all hate P.C. Stoker &
we hate the boys in blue
Stoker's rather fed up coz
there's no one else to nick
he's a copper
someone soon will kick his head in
just you wait n'see
it needs somebody tough
coz we've all had enough
yes it needs somebody tough
but I think it might be me
Bare Faced Cheek
You got me outa my head
coz I'm not h, h, h, hunky
you're driving me insane
coz I'm not f, f, funky
well it's a bare faced cheek
calling me a skinny freak
it's a bare faced cheek
you say I'm a skinny punk
and you call me a cheeky monkey
Park Lane Punch Up
Oh sittin in the Taxi rank in Park Lane
in comes a trendy geazer with no brain
and staring at a punk who was a good
mate,
I said lets make a move but it was too
late
(chorus) Up goes a shout, a rumble in the
crowd
a fight breaks out, someone starts clouting
me,
call in the Army oooh
call in the Army
call in the Army oooh
call in the Army
The Park Lane punch up escalates
somebody's teeth have gone
it's too much for the coppers
there's a RIOT going on
so call in the Army, call in the Army
Park Lane quickly turns into a
bloothbath
a disco boy lies unconcious on the red
path
Coppers helmets knocked off in the
gutter
all because of a trendy towny nutter
Howza Bouta Kiss Babe??!
Bored at a party Saturday night looking at
Tupperware
in came a chick who made me quickly glad I was th
there
how could I get the courage to ask her for a
date?
Twas such a task for me to ask by then it was too
late
(chorus) Howza bouta... Howza Bouta, oooo she
drives me crazy
howza bouta, howza bouta kiss baby!
Why am I such a whimp I thought a soft and skinny
puff
For me to ask a kiss from her was difficult &
tough
Right that's it I decided to confront the
lass
I started shakin at the knees & tried to make
a pass
(chorus)
I lose my bottle everytime I see a girl I
like
I start talkin jibberish & she says "on yer
bike"
there must be something I can do a kiss would make
my day
but everytime my gob opens I don't know what to
say