| Fuck off you, fuck your violent threats, your attempts to control the nation. |
| Fuck off you fucked up racist c***, understand the situation |
| Back off you slimy worthless prick, you ain’t got a clue what you’re facing! |
| Eat bricks you he’d up bastard s***s, scabs; you’ll get what you are creating |
| Who the fuck do you think you’re pushing, 'stay in place or get it' |
| I’d think again to save your skin, cause if you come to close |
| You’ll fucking regret it, you whine on all the hell you like |
| Repeat your warnings of plastic bullets, the gas, the batons, the water cannon |
| The more you oppress the more we’ll resist |
| Riots, there ain’t been a riot, but one’s knockin' at your door |
| You’ve seen nothing yet but houselheld pets, but you’ll feel the lions claw |
| Proclaiming laws last victory, of containing rebel shower |
| When the time Is right you’ll get the fight that will totally test your power |
| Inciting, provoking trouble, that you know can easilt be beaten |
| To maintain the Image that we need you, so thus re-confirm your position |
| You might trick some you scheming scum, but you’ll never get our obedience |
| You can batter, beat us, even imprison, yet still you’ll never ever defeat us Belfast… Brixton… Toxteth… Totteham… St. Pauls… Hansworth… |
| Reclaim the streets, reclaim the towns, reclaim the nation |
| What revolution, this revolution, we all wanted a peaceful solution |
| But this institution, that institution, smashed all hope of getting through |
| To them. Confrontations, escalating violations of the law |
| Repercussions of the mass destruction which in the end is sure to mean |
| Them pumping out the bullets, their protection from the poor |
| We will win cause we have to, we ain’t got nothing to lose no more |
| And what they lose they undoubtedly will forfeit forever |
| «They've got the guns, but we’ve got the numbers» |