Look out of your window in the middle of the night But don't go outside or you'll die of fright Make sure to stay inside when it's dark Don't risk the price of a nasty scar
This is Britain in '81 Eight year old kid from a broken home He never knew his father, his mother's on the dole What kind of future has society for him He'll rebel against the system like another victim
Black man, white man out of work They can't live together, treat each other like dirt Foreign propaganda say's we're in a state I hope they drop the bomb before it's too lateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
