We're the Oppressed
Born to fight, born to win
We are all born to be skin
Born with Martens on our feet
Facing through 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 yours