Violators 1.Summer of ´81 2.Live fast- Die young 1.SUMMER OF ´81 There´s blood on the street And the smell is so sweet Cause ANOTHER BLUE BASTARD has gone down See the boots swarmimg round his head They´re gonna see him dead Nightstick in his hand He tried to rule this land But that´s no way to make a country great It takes more, more than force You´ve got to give it a voice Chorus: So it´s goodnight to one more FASCIST CLOWN We´ve got a riot You can´t keep us quiet We´ve got a riot, we´ve got a riot This is our answer to your law Don´t shed no tears for him His life was lived in sin NO-ONE HAS THE RIGHT TO ORDER YOU Don´t be told what life is about Brixton-riot riot Toxteth-riot riot Bristol-riot riot Moss side-riot riot England-riot riot England-riot riot riot riot etc. Repeat first verse 2.LIVE FAST-DIE YOUNG Boy with no name, he was only 18 Never lughed to much Hated the monarchy Yes he hated the queen Real antisocial and he acted real mean Was he in a dream? Dowsing her lights was in In his dreams Chorus: Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey Rumpa, rumpa Rumpa, rumpa, rumpa, hey, hey Rumpa, rumpa So full of hate and full of fury To tell you a story You would say He was a one man jury Catalogue of anger posted through your door Your door, your door, your door A chance would come to even the score Stole a gun and he stole a car Oh boy, oh boy With a pretty doll he would go far Down to london where the bright lights are Lights are, lights are, lights are And i say The mission his decision He took out the gun On that fateful day The winds blew cold , the sky turned grey He pointed the gun And then he pulled the trigger The message that he would now deliver.