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.