1984
A.C.A.B
CHAOS
DONT LOOK BACK
EVIL
GOVERNMENT OUT
JOE HAWKINS
KING OF THE JUNGLE
Oi Oi Oi
RIOT
POLICE CAR
SKINHEAD GIRL
SKINHEADS IN STAPRESS
SORRY
ULTRA VIOLENCE (VIOLENCE)
VIOLENCE IN OUR MINDS
WE ARE THE OPPRESSED


1984

Britain's in trouble country's bleeding dry
Handicapped and elderly are all gotta die
No one fights the system fightin' each other
Nobody's laughing, they're scared of big brothe

What are we gonna get in 1984

Rich people like a sinking ship
They´ve got their money made
Third world countries sending us aid
People queue up to get their rations
it's not the birth but the death of a nation

Who will be the hero into '85
when the crops are gone you'll barely stay alive
???? babies build a master race
???? look the future in the face


A.C.A.B

hangin around with my mates one night
WE got in a little fight
Geezer come with a knife in his fist
i got cut along with the wrist said
(chorus)
ACAB ACAB ACAB
All cops are bastards
Coppers come up & say what's the matter with you?
now they see what we can do
Next thing i knew i was in a cell
all my mates are in there as well
(chorus)
i had a court date to plead my case
they had delight at the look in my face
they said we're gonna put you away
i said all i had to say


Chaos

Do you remember in 1969?
Seeing all the skinheads standing in a line
Foaming at the mouth, Waiting for a fight
High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin sight

Come back of the skinhead
come back of the boot
People that we don't beat up
We're gonna fucking shoot
We are the new breed, we will have our say
we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die

Trouble east London
Trouble in the street
On the street corners
Where the gang still meets
Talking about the weekend
What they're gonna do?
If you aint careful
They are gonna do you!

Come back of the skinhead
come back of the boot
People that we don't beat up
We're gonna fucking shoot
We are the new breed, we will have our say
we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die

Chaos in the city
Civil war now
Skinheads taking over
Like skinheads know how
Skinhead with his boots on
Nobodys fool
Skinheads taking over
Chaos is the rule!
Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss
Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss!

Do you remember in 1969?
Seeing all the skinheads standing in a line
Foaming at the mouth, Waiting for a fight
High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin sight

Come back of the skinhead
come back of the boot
People that we don't beat up
We're gonna fucking shoot
We are the new breed, we will have our say
we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die

Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss
Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss!


Don't Look Back

All your life you've been fucked around
Ain't had the chance to get off the ground
Job opportunity you never see
You got to fight of you wanna be free, be free

Put the boot in, get off the shelf
Put the boot in, fight for yourself
Put the boot in, it's time to attack
Put the boot in, and don't look back, oh no

Governtment policies made for the rich
Passed by tories led by a bitch
Out of school, straight on the dole
But there's no way to save your soul, oh yeah

Put the boot in, prepare for the threat
Put the boot in, there's blood on the street
Put the boot in, you don't have to run
Put the boot in, the war has just begun


EVIL

I like breaking arms and legs
snapping spines and wringing necks
now i'll knife you in the back
Kick yourbones until they crack
(chorus)
Evil, evil, evil, evil (4x)
Jump up and down upon your head
Kick you around 'til your dead
Fill your body full of lead
See the roads turn to red
(chorus)
I don't like trendy cunts who pose
Gonna punch you in the Nose
Stick my Marten in your crotch
Don't like you, you're too much
(chorus)


Government Out

You listen to the stories, you listen to their lies
You listen to the propaganda, they're the bastards you despise

Hear the people scream and shout
We want government, government out!!!

Labour cut the dole queue's, THe Tories cut your throat
Neither party give a shit. All they're after is your vote

To who will government answer, when the police rule the state
Will they answer to Big Brother, in the year of '88

So don't listen to their stories, don't listen to their lies
Don't listen to their propaganda, they know one we will rise


JOE HAWKINS

See him walking down the street
Doctor Marten´s on his feet
Levi jeans Ben Sherman shirt
Fuck with him and you´ll get hurt
He´s a skinhead, he don´t care
Marten boots and short cropped hair
He´s a skinhead, he don´t care about you
Walking down on the Brighton pier
Long haired hippies filled with fear
Cruch of bone as the boot goes in
Joe´s so proud to be a skin
Prison couldn´t change his ways
Skinhead´s back he´s here to stay
So if you think you´ve got the suss
Be a skinhead, be like us
He´s the king, king of skins
What´s his name, Joe Hawkins


King of the Jungle

He watches the other beasts
Quiet and dignified
Claws like flicknifes
He dont have to hide

Waiting until the time is right
Pouncing like a thief in the night
But they keep on coming through the jungle track
When they feel the power on the hour
Wish they had turned back
The air is filled with a mighty roar
They stand there as always as before

The warriors strong the warriors proud
The warrior stands at the end of the crowd
The warriors brave the warriors cool
Even when its backs against the wall
He is the king of the jungle

They stand by each other like a brother
Like a lions pride
They wont turn away or stray
To the other side
Even though their few and far between
They will stand by you no matter where you been


Oi! Oi! Oi!

hear that cry throughout the streets
you know just what it means
but even to the ignorant it aint what it seems
from every shitty backstreet, the kids from all around
they all come an' join the firm
because they know that sound

but they all try to ignore us, but we won't let 'em win
the wankers try to put us down, but we will smash them in
'cos we all say that they are full of shit
and we're running down the backstreet oi oi oi
and we're running and we're free oi oi oi
'cos we all know that that's the sound of the streets
and we're running down the backstreet oi oi oi
with dr. martins on our feet oi oi oi
and you're all running down the backstreets with me

the kids they come from everywhere, the east ends all around
'cos they all know what just what it means when they hear that sound
so you know what to do do, when you hear the call
put your boots and Harries on and kick down that fucking wall
you can listen to the politicians theyll lead you astray
but you're gonna see light an' you're gonna see the way

'cos we all know that there's nothing like us
and we're running down the backstreet oi oi oi
and we're never giving in oi oi oi
'cos we all know that we're gonna fucking win
and we're running down the backstreet oi oi oi
and we're to stay oi oi oi
and we all know that the firm are on their way

but they all try to ignore us, but we won't let 'em win
the wankers try to put us down, but we will smash them in
'cos we all say that they are full of shit
and we're running down the backstreet oi oi oi
and we're running and we're free oi oi oi
'cos we all know that that's the sound of the streets
and we're running down the backstreet oi oi oi
with dr. martins on our feet oi oi oi
and you're all running down the backstreets with me


Police Car

Freedom!, There ain't no Fucking Freedom! 

I'm a punk! and all i said!
I got nicked on roads ahead! 
I'm a fool, and blasphemous to!
For all i know, I'll be in the back with you!

In a Police Car! 
Police Car! 
Police Car! 
Police Car!

The Pigs come in an hour later.
They've been looking for a guy called Freddy Jesmond
Show me my freedom, I'll know i'm alive.
For all we knew, we were going for a ride.

In the back of a Police Car! 
Police Car! 
Police Car! 
Police Car!


RIOT

There´s a burning sky overhead
Kids on the street are seeing red
They´re gonna set the city alight
All this boredom makes ém wanna fight
Riot riot on the street tonight
Riot riot gonna do it right
Riot riot gonna scream and shout
Riot riot that´s what life´s about
Who´s to blame the rich or the poor
Fight the enemy fight the law
We´ll stick together, we´ll see it through
We´re gonna riot, me and you
Street´s can burn, governments too
We´re gonna riot we´re gonna see it through
We´re gonna smash your thin blue line
We´re doing OK, we´re doing fine


Skinhead Girl

There she goes
Walkin' down the ole street
Hair cropped short
Boots and jeans

I couldn't believe my eyes
That girl was out of a book
She was my height, my weight, my size
And wore braces and blue jeans

She was my skinhead girl
She was my skinhead girl

I made up my mind
I'm gonna be courageous
Her hand in my hand
Her touch so gentle

She looked at me and smiled
And I know that smiles for me
She was my height, my weight, my size
And wore braces and blue jeans

She was my skinhead girl
She was my skinhead girl

There she goes
Walkin' down the ole street
Hair cropped short
Boots and jeans
I couldn't believe my eyes
That girl was out of a book
She was my height, my weight, my size
And wore braces and blue jeans


Skinheads in Sta Press

Run amok and have fight
Get pissed up cause a riot
Smash windows and burn beach huts
Tell the government to stuff the cuts

Cut the taxes one by one
Cut them until the job is done
Show them how to be a pest
Be a skinhead in Sta Press

They got more money then I got sense
They are just after your last few pence
Shine up your boots pour a pint
Lets go protest tonight

The old bill try to take us down
Bring us before The Crown
Lock us up when we have fights
Keep us of the street at night


SORRY

I won't say sorry for what i've done
I won't say sorry for having fun
I won't take the blame
No i ain't gonna be ashamed
Won't say sorry for what i've done
I don't say sorry to anyone
(chorus)
Shout it out
Shout it out
I don't give a damn cos im proud of what i am
I don't give a damn 'cos i'm proud of what i am
I won't say sorry to you
If you think i will you know what you can do
I won't apologise
and i won't put up with any of you lies
I won't say sorry to you
You can stuff that up your asshole too
(chorus)
I won't say sorry for what i am
I won't say sorry for the manners i have
I won't say sorry at all
I won't say sorry 'cos it makes me feel small
I won't say sorry for the way i act
I won't say sorry and thats a fact


ULTRA VIOLENCE

Violence everywhere i go, in everyone i meet
Down the club, In the disco, Violence on the street
The way you stand alone and proud, the way you crop your hair
Violence in your boots and braces, Violence in your stare
(chorus)
We've got Violence
Violence
Violence
Ultra Violence, Blood on the Streets
Violence down the football, Violence in the pub
Violence is a way of life, violence you love
And your friends, kids of Britain til you run amok
Violence is in your mind you don't give a fuck
(chorus)


WE ARE THE OPPRESSED

Born to fight, born to win
We were all born to be skin
Born with Marten´s on our feet
Facing truth there´s no retreat
People fear us, think we´re strange
Boots and braces we won´t change
We will never be second best
You know us we´re The Oppressed
We are skinheads we are proud
Playing music for the crowd
Music for the working class
Stick your disco up your arse


NAHORU