Got no fuckin' birds. Ain't got no fuckin' money. The dog don't fuckin' recognise me. Get chucked outta my fuckin' house next week. . Well I take myself from my dirty bed.
(Originally recorded by The Anti-Nowhere League). . So fucking what!. . Well, I've been to Hastings and I've been to Brighton. I've been to Eastbourne too.
Well did you see the old man. Outside the seamen's mission. Never is a fading with the medals that he wears. And did you see the old man. Outside the seamen's mission.
I see images of our decay. Should we bow our heads today. Images of refugees suffocating humanity. There's no solution to world pollution. And overcrowded Population.
The last minute I'm living, I'll tell you no lie. I'll be a rocker till the day I die. Whips. . I got no money for food, but that ain't a drag. 'Cause I get my kicks from plastic bag.
There's gangsters in the bars. Honest John he's ringing cars. Triads go to war. Fighting for a strip-tease bar. . Believe every word I say. Today is just a perfect day.
To fight for Queen and Country. To rage a bloody war. To shoot without a conscience. To die without a cause. . Ohohohohohoh. . They gave us guns for toys.
Piggy went to London town to see what he could get. His piggy hands were itching for a little piggy bet. So he bought up all the houses and shops under the sun.
Put their slogans on the factory wall. The lights go down, darkness falls. On the waterfront. . We appear from a world of cold and steel. Discarded by the industrial wheel.
Plastic age ...road rage. We got videos, stereos, radios and telephones. Nubile contractors, nuclear reactors. Sex scenes in magazines, lazer beams. And war machines.
Nowhere Man, Nowhere Man. You laugh at the things you don't understand. Nowhere Man, Nowhere Man. Wash my blood from your feeble hands. . And even though you're trying hard.
We used to knock around at school. But now you're fat and now you're bald. You see me working for the fist. As you spend your time just getting pissed.
The Pistons said there was no future. 1976 Punk Rock was born.... The Muso's said... It's just a fad. Those patronizing bastards got it wrong.... So we hit the streets with hell for leather.
I'm going out on the streets and I'm feeling high. But you want to fight me and I don't know why. Yeah I want to get dirty all covered in mud. But you turn on me, all I see is blood.
Something's gonna get you. It's gonna fuck your day. They won't forget you. Won't let you have your say. . They're gonna push you, put you under the thumb.
Here comes that voice again, falling like acid rain. You gave me dreams, I cannot have. You call me mental sick, I call you hypocrite. Underneath we're all the same.
God I wish that I could hide away. And find a wall to break my pain. I'm living in a paper singing negative reality. People want a battle daily, metal boxes made away.
The victims of oppression. . I had a vision of a new world. Another hidden in the southern plain. Far away from the western wars. And in this land we shall start again.
We're so bored with the same old scene. We're fucked up and wasted. We're bored of people, you know what I mean?. We're fucked up and wasted. . Well, don't talk to us, we got nothing to say.
Shoot it all out across the nation. We don't need your fuckin' education. We're sick and tired of your vile population. You rmother don't like your chronic generation....