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WHERE ARE THEY NOW?
I believed in Julie when she said how easy it would be
And I believed in Tony and his written words of anarchy
And I believed in Joe when he said we had to fight
And I believed in Jimmy when he told us to unite
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Where are they now
Where are they now
Where are they six years on and they've all gone
Now it's all turned sour
Where are they now
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Hollywood nights in Soho, writing on the wall of The Roxy loo
Rotten on the telly, showing what a few choice words can do
Was it ever worth it, causing all the fuss
I believed in them don't you believe in us
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No more kids are innocent, we will get fooled again
Only faces ever change, the song remains the same
WORKING
I been working all day for me mate on the site
Running around like a blue arsed fly
I been working, working all day for me mate
Every bleeding minute I been on the go
Up and down the ladder like a fiddler's elbow
I been working, I been working all day for me mate
Wait for tomorrow at half past ten when I sign on, but until then
I'll be working, working all day for me mate.
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Aint' got no cards, don't pay no tax
For a score in me hand I'll be breaking me back
Call me a crook, call me bent, but I need more than food and rent
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They try to follow me every day
I give 'em the slip and I'm on my way
None of the other blokes thinks it's wrong
'Coz every one of 'em's signing on
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The benefit boys are out of touch
What they don't know won't hurt 'em much
If I'm caught I'll go down for a month or three
But they'll still be paying out looking after me.
WE'RE COMING BACK
We're coming back
We're coming back
We're coming back to you
We're never gonna go away again
Hold on a little longer, try a little harder
'Til we're arm in arm together to the end
So remember, out there somewhere you've got a friend, and you'll
never walk alone again.
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Don't get worried
Don't get scared
We're fighting to get there
Never doubt we're gonna get through
We're gonna run
We're gonna crawl
Kick down every wall
It won't be long we're coming back to you
ENGLAND BELONGS TO ME
Years of being told you ain't as good as us
Join the line, sign your name
And they all said that our country's going bust
But no-one's fooling us again
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England belong's to me
A nation's pride the dirty water on the river
No one can take away our memory
England belong's to me
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We'll show the world that the boys are back to stay
And you all know what we can do
Heads held high, fighting all the way, for the red, white, and
blue.
BOTAS Y TIRANTES
Nosotros somos la sepultura,
nosotros somos combate de la calle
Nosotros somos la sepultura,
nosotros somos cruda realidad.
Botas y tirantes, hostias en el bar,
Cabezas rapadas gritos de unidad.
Botas y tirantes, hostias en el bar,
Cabezas Rapadas, gritos Oi! Oi! Oi!
OI! OI! OI!
Ya va siendo hora de empezarla a armar,
Ya va siendo hora de empezar a luchar.
Un mundo de intereses hay que atacar,
Se acerca nuestra hora y se van a enterar.
Oi! Oi! Oi!, ect.
Ya va siendo hora de empezar a tomar,
Todo lo que quieras sin tener que esperar.
A llegado el tiempo de empezar a exigir,
Lo que necesitas para poder vivir.
Oi! Oi! Oi!, ect.
Guerrillas callejeras por la capital,
Jóvenes armados ocupando la ciudad.
La única manera de poderse enfrentar,
Violencia y mala ostia, los vamos a aplastar.
Oi! Oi! Oi!, ect.
Skinheads, Oi!.
SANGRE DORADA
Ven sangre dorada, corre por mi mente que pueda alucinar.
Agítame las venas y riega mi garganta, que pueda yo
vibrar.
Apaga mis circuitos y borra de mis ojos la cruda realidad.
Lejos de cretinos dentro de tu mundo de cristal.
Ven y no te pierdas, niña que estoy arto ya de esperar.
Ven aqui chiquilla y riega mi garganta con tu liquido vital.
Muestra caminos y enciendeme la libido me quiero yo extraviar.
Lejos de cretinos, dentro de tu mundo de cristal.
Quiero en tu espuma bañarme y sentir dentro de mi,
flotando en cerveza todo mi cuerpo, siempre bajo tu sol.
Quíen me ha cogido la boina?
Loco, loco me vuelvo loco, loco pensando en ti.
Loco, loco me vuelvo loco, loco por el alcohol.
Loco, loco me vuelvo loco, loco soñando en ti.
Loco, loco me vuelvo loco, loco tras el alcohol.
Ven sangre dorada y hazme alucinar,
que pueda ser contigo yo libre,
libre, libre, libre de verdad.
Rebels With A Cause
Another day another night.
Another drink another fight.
Its a shame we get the blame.
Always wrong and never right.
We're the new generation.
Searching for an explanation.
Football matches and Rock n Roll.
Makes us a little out of control.
We're rebels with a cause.
We're rebels with a cause.
We ain't simple, we aint fools.
We're rebels with a cause.
On the streets it's still the same.
Another dawn, another day.
They want homes to call their own.
The rules are different, the games the same.
People don't understand me.
'Cause i play in a rock & roll band.
It's the only way i can make a stand.
We run in different games.
But we all feel just the same.
You know our name and you know our name.
You know our name and you know our name.
Born to win, born to lose.
The right is ours which way we choose.
It don't matter what clothes you wear.
It's how you feel that makes you real.
Red, White & Blue
All thats true is the red, white, & Blue.
England, England is my land.
It's the only life i understand.
From Carlisle down to the Dover Straights.
Our forefathers made us great.
You took us in europe, it wasn't our choice.
We the people must have our voice.
No other flag will hold us back.
Cos our flag is the Union Jack.
Call us hooligans, call us yobs.
In the war it's us who do the job.
No other country will make us slaves.
Britannia will rule the waves.
Violence In Our Minds Lyrics
I was walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine
Looking for some aggro, just to pass the time
We met this stupid hippy and he tried to run away
But i punched him in the nose just to pass the time of day
[Chorus
Great big boots, great long laces
Our jeans held up with scarlet braces
Get out of our way or get took for a ride
We've just got violence in our minds
Wake up in the morning, have me ready brek
Drink me cup of Bovril and wring my mothers neck
Strollinto town, beat a Soul Boy black and blue
Put a fruit gum in the meter cos there's fuck all else to do
[Chorus]
We go to football matches, we always have a laugh
Always get some bovver in, before the second half
We have our selve a smashing time, we really have some fun
Especially when the odds are ours 25 to 1, to 1
We Rule OK
The government policies are out of hand
They ain't got a clue how to run this land
Margaret Thatcher the stupid old bitch
Takes from the poor and gives to the rich
She thinks we can't see her plan
To kill the spirit of the working class man
Make us redundant, put us on the dole
Put us in prisons without parole
They're a bunch of stuck up snobs
They think kids are mindless yobs
But we'll stop them in the end
And they'll find out who are their friends
Maggies boys don't give a shit
If you ain't a Tory then your face don't fit
You can't get nothing for your pound
These days you have to shop around
Be a rebel with a cause
Fight against the stupid laws
Stop ol' maggie once and for all
Cos on the streets its us who rule
NACIDOS PARA PROVOCAR
Somos los ultimos
de una generacion
cuya bandera es la provocacion
no nos gusta vacilar
preferimos actuar
Si por la calle y nos miras mal
te escupimos en la cara
dos hostias y a mamar
NACIDOS PARA PROVOCAR!
Nos cagamos en lo mas sagrado
en la iglesia, en el rey y el estado
Nos aburre tu sermon,
no nos interesa tu opinion
No nos gusta la religion
Los politicos nos asquean mogollon
Los mas odiados de la ciudad
por nuestra forma de pensar
nos critican por detras
tarde o temprano pillaran
Con nosotros los que quieran
contra nosotros los que puedan
OI! ES DIVERTIRSE Y PRIVAR
En el año ´79 nació un estilo musical
el punk fué la semilla, la calle hizo lo demas, era el grito del obrero,
era musica protesta, su objetivo
la unidad, contra esta sociedad
Oi! MUSICA DE TABERNA
Oi! MUSICA DE AMISTAD
Oi! MUSICA DE LA CALLE
Oi! DIVERTIRSE Y PRIVAR!
Lo suburbios de Inglaterra,
cobijaron la amistad,
de los Punks & los Skinheads,
que querian divertsion,
Bajo la misma bandera,
los podias encontrar
Conservando el espritu,
El espritu del Oi!
Oi! HAVIN ´A LAUGH
Oi! HAVIN ´A DRINK
Oi! HAVIN ´A SAY
Oi! IT´ S YOU AND ME
STREET PUNK
El sonido de
la calle ya esta aqui
a vuelto a resurgir
Con un mensaje dirigido
A todos aquellos que
en el Oi!han creido
No es nada nuevo, nada especial
simplemente la cruda realidad
La barra del bar es nuestro altar
y el alcohol es nuestro dios,
y al que le pese que reviente
mientras disfrutemos tu y yo
OH! STREETPUNK
EL SONIDO DE LA CALLE
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Las calles una vez mas
hemos tomado
con nuestras botas
os hemos machacado
Punks, Skins & working class kids
otra vez juntos estamos aqui
Malditos jipis poneos a temblar
vuestras cabezas vamos a reventar
Y de los boneheads no digamos mejor será que no pasen
a nuestro lado!
No nos importa, que fracasemos
por lo menos lo intentaremos
Nuestro dia llegara
y todo esto cambiará.