- Lyrics: Casey, Music: Barton - See it, do you believe it, you can take it, or leave it. Take you on a rockin stroll, dig yourself a deeper hole. Lookin
White riot, I wanna riot White riot, a riot of my own White riot, I wanna riot White riot, a riot of my own Black people gotta lot a problems But they
When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun When the law break in How you gonna
My friends, my town, camaraderie we'll never finish last We stood as one where are they now we grew up fast Too young to know or really give a shit The
Billy ran around with the rare old crew And he knew an Arsenal Tottenham blue We'd be a darn sight better off if we knew Where Billy's bones are resting
euro trash, go away, so, so trendy, your pathetic. euro scumbag, champagne and caviar, techno bullshit, blarin' from your daddy's car. you are such a
Riot tonight everybody let's go Gonna start a fight but with who I don't fuckin' know Riot tonight everybody let's go Gonna start a fight but with who
Here in the trenches the fist of the beast For fear of an atmosphere poisoned deceased With a gas mask to keep me-from breathing my death It's American
They offered me the office, offered me the shop They said I'd better take anything they'd got Do you wanna make tea at the BBC? Do you wanna be, do you
The once steel tough fabric of the union man Was sold and bartered all away Fed to money wolves in the Reagan years Caught in a drift in greedy ninetie
I went North to see the Stiff Little Fingers play The kids in the Belfast were tearing it up Jake is the punkest dude I do declare He got a leather jacket
Cadence to Arms is, except for some varied shouting and war-calling, and instrumental...
I've got two hands in my pocket and a pistol to my head as I walk the line in front of me theres no His Way His Way His Way Now my Mind set may vary
got a bleak perspective, i'm a streetwise man. going nowhere with my life. careening toward an early death, a streetwise man; on the corner every night
You're never never alone You say it's because we're boisterous You hate us 'cause we got our dignity There's difference between two of us We stand together
some times i get so fired up i never feel like coming down. but your attitude you have is tearin us apart. you constantly whine and moan, waxing passively
: [Originally by The Press] Ready, Aim, Fire You work all fucking week, go out on Friday night You're looking for some action and you settle for a
: [Originally by Creedence Clearwater Revival] Some folks are born made to wave the flag, Ooh, they?re red, white and blue. And when the band plays
