Suburban Rebels
They're the sons and daughters of well of bankers
Tom Robinson's army of trendy wankers
Flared blue jeans and anoraks
With yellow streaks all down their backs
Who act so tough when their on TV
But trendy wankers don't scare me
Oi! Oi! Oi!-The chosen few
This is what we think of you
Suburban Rebels playing at reds
You would be urban terrorists
You don't scare us with your badges and banners
You know fuck all about heavy manners
Youre middle class kiddies from public school
Who writes your slogans on toilet walls
Like Tony Benns clones in plastic Macs
You wave hammer and sickle never Union Jacks
Got lots of mouth when you're in a crowd
But when you're alone-You don't speak loud