Don't wanna talk about the government peace, It's just another virtue with a throwout piece. Congradulate yourselves while the people die.
I stand and watch my country today It's so easy to see that it's being taken away All the immigrants and all the left wing lies Why does no one ever ask
Hey you up there in your office Hiding in your private little nest Trying to tell the people what to listen to Do you clutch the Red flag to your breast
Europe what have they got to do to make you come alive What has happened to the heritage that once was yours and mine A capitalistic economy, the communists
You risked your life for this country when you were young Never questioned orders that they gave 'Cos the love of the Red White and Blue was in your heart
I don't fight for the money, don't fight for blood I'm fighting for freedom, I know where I'm stood I fight for the nations, that haven't yet died I fight
Nothing to do again Such a boring day Sweet FA, what a day It's bugging me It's the same all the time I'm just wasting life Me and you, feel so blue
On the streets of Ulster, the battle rages on British people fighting for their land Fought in two world wars for us, fought and died for Britain Gotta
We live on the streets now, we fight for our lives We fight for the flag now, we're all willing to die We don't run from anyone, we never back down If
What a time we had on Friday night What a bird you went with, what a sight And you made excuses for her face With the usual drinks on the Friday night
The summer was coming, I was out in the fields Well then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear I saw an old man, he sat by a tree He said "Come and
I believe in the White race A race apart, we've got a mile start I believe in my country It's where I belong, it's where I'll stay Chorus: For my race
I never stop looking I'm gonna have more now Wish someone could tell me What I'm looking for now. Chorus: Will I ever find what I'm looking for? All
Don' be too late, don't miss the train We gotta get a result, Lord what a pain, what a game We gotta keep fighting, we gotta walk tall We gotta stick
Another Monday morning, another day Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay Chorus: Like working from nine till five Making a mess of my mind
Back with a bang now! Do you remember in summer back in 1978? When they reckoned that the skinheads' days were numbered And the papers dripped with
I don't like papers, reading books Gettin' sick, think it sucks I don't wanna listen to another word I'm so bleedin' bored Chorus: I'm anti-social Anti
lying in the cell, lookin through the bars lookin at the open feilds, so near and yet so far wonderin bout your freinds out there, and what they're doin
