Backstreet kids, no future in sight Backstreet kids, can't see no light Backstreet kids, no money too Backstreet kids, well what you gonna do? Chorus
He stuck up for his country, but he didn't like the cost The European brother war, and lives were being lost He saw the grieving mothers whose sons could
You're wondering how you'll make it through the day Pack your bag and then you'll get up on your way Chorus: Once you had the money baby, and you didn
They come here to this country from the jungles and from trees The traitors in the parliament give them a better deal Spend the nation's money, to cater
To dream of freedom in this world Our banners flying proudly are unfurled Even if we stand alone we must never hide For in our hearts there is a sense
Trying to figure out just what to do Wonder what the future holds for you Being in a cult is part of growing up today Drifting 'round the streets you'
It's time to face the music, we've let our country down Upon the face of our nation, there seems to be a frown Once we were all proud men of this green
You're walking 'round the street And a van slows down They pull you off your feet And they knock you 'around Whoever they are If it's the Reds or the
What a drag, what a waste of time Want more money or a life of crime Do as much work as an older man He gets much more money than I ever can Gimme some
White power 1-2-3-4! I stand watch my country, going down the drain We are all at fault, we are all to blame We're letting them takeover, we just let
Open up your eyes You are in for such a surprise You have no idea what's a goin' on You're just being used, yeah once again Chorus: Open up your eyes
Walking 'round the streets, one place to another I feel like I lost out on a will No you don't come here Yes you've got to go there as well Wait here
We'll be fighting in the streets, with our children at our feet And the morals that they worshipped will be gone And the men who spurred us on, sit in
All the counselors, in Blackpool With their poxy cars, can just fuck off You're much too old, to persecute us Bet your sick about the local publicity
Walking down the subway, at the weekend After a good night out on the town There's gangs over here, gangs over there, well there's gangs everywhere You
He's the kind of man who sticks his job for the money that he gets He don't spend his money at the pub or making bets Goes down town, goes in the bar
We got new faces We got somethin' new Yeah we're all strangers And we're playin' for you Chorus: And just 'cos we look different And we wear different
Daily papers, black headlines, won't you tell us all the news? Young girl raped and an old one mugged, and the police look for clues Soldiers killed in