Do you remember in the summer Back in nineteen seventy-eight? When they reckoned that the skinhead's days were numbered And the papers dripped with liquid hate Being patriotic's not the fashion, so they said To fly your country's flags a crime Society tried it's best to kill you But the spirit lives until the end of time
Back with a bang, now Back with the gang, now Back with a bang, now Back with the gang, now, 2...3...4...
Reckoned every skinhead was a bad man Enough to make an honest man be sick And they filled the papers with this rubbish every day Never missed a dirty little trick
And still today they keep on lying Four years on and they still ain't learned That the skinhead way of life is getting stronger every day And we are never going to turnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
