Fuck off you fuck your violent threats your attempts to control the nation Fuck off you fucked up facist cunt, understand the situation Back off you slimy worthless prick, you ain't got a clue what you are facing Eat bricks you het up bastard shits, scabs; you'll get what you are creating Who the fuck do you think you're pushing, "stay in place or get it" I would think again to save your skin, because if you come too close you'll fucking regret it You whine on all the hell you like, repeat your warnings of plastic bullets The gas, the batons, the water cannon -the more you oppress the more we will resist
Riots, there ain't been a riot, but one's knocking at your door You have seen nothing yet but household pets but you'll soon feel the lion's claws Proclaiming laws last victory, of containing rebel shower When the time is right you'll get the fight that will totally test your power Inciting, provoking trouble that you know can easily be beaten To maintain the image that we need you, so thus re-confirm your position You might trick some you scheming scum, but you'll never get our obedience You can batter, beat us, even imprison us, yet still you will never ever never defeat us
Belfast...Brixton...Toxteth...Tottenham...St Paul's...Handsworth... Reclaim the streets, reclaim the towns, reclaim the nation
What revolution? This revolution, we all wanted a peaceful solution But this institution, that institution, smashed all hope of getting through to them Confrontations, escalating violations of the law Repercussions of the mass destruction which in the end is sure To mean them pumping out the bullets, their protection from the poor We will win because we have to; we ain't got nothing to loose no more And what they lose they undoubtedly will forfeit forever "They've got the guns, but we've got the numbers" And we give no apologies ever!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
