Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few This is what we think of you Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few This is what we think of you Suburban rebels playing at reds You would
翻訳: ビジネス. サバーバンレベルズ.
They found him in the lane With cocaine in his brain They found him on his own Someone saw him lying there [Chorus:] I heard what was said Another rebel
Half past 5 I'm in the pub Six O'clock it's home for grub Eight O'clock I'm back to the bar Sod the walk I'll take the car [Chorus:] Knock it back Have
You never question, you never ask why You never listen, you never try Never wanting to make a stand With people like you humanity's damned [Chorus:]
You preach anarchy, but you make the rules Setting up heros like celluloid fools In 20 lines you put the the world to right You're anti war, but you
Harry runs his business From above a dodgy Inn His brother is a chemist It's a front for Anadin What's his name? Harry May [x2] [Chorus:] Harry Harry
I run a shop upon the hill I give out orders at my will People do as they're told Till the day that they're old Apart from the work, life's a toss Cos
Reality punk is all together Fighting each other just ain't clever You've got the wrong enemy, you're picking on a friend If we don't stand together,
Lying in wait they come Dressed in red of course having fun Trumpets blow height of their day Fox will die if they have their way [Chorus:] Sabotage
Anti-disco has come to town Do the geezers dressed like clowns Destroy the clubs that make us sick Smash them up brick by brick Smash the discos smash
tough when their on tv But trendy wankers don't scare me [Chorus:] Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few This is what we think of you Surburban rebels playing at reds
free So say the holders of the economy There is a monster said not to exist They call it the employers blacklist Nobody really knows what's going on Be a rebel
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
Burn, Burn, Burn the paper screamed out loud Die, Die, Die, sang the voices in the crowd Lock him up and throw him in a cell He didn't really do it and
is now to unite, Work, work, work or Riot The generation sit cold and die Feed their facts and live the lie In the papers everyday So many rebels being
