Перевод: Миссия Великобритании. Красивые Хаос (B-Side Of Never Again).
A month of Sundays, law enforced The church's new torture is now enforced A month of church every day Is what they want without delay Backed by troops
You can't believe how you make me feel Hypocrite's fingers runnin on the till Once upon a time you had something to say Well, go ahead punk, come make
Back to school in Woolworth's clothes Now your mummy's dream Right inside her price range But not everything you seem Now you are with Satan In the gates
On tele, police are murdered, demonstrators are just killed Why two different words for the blood that's spilled? In this struggle, you decide who's
Take a trip abroad if you're poor or bored There's money if you can be bought Live in a trance, swallow one by one And hope the customs will not pounce
Swallow the energy pill Just to have a good time Harmony in the head Feeling so fine Nothing really matters Got nothing to create When this peace and
day, you're just a lad You're a poser, it ain't so bad I ain't a poser or a fucking star I don't drive a flash fucking car Chaos in society, you're to
You can stuff you're oi! For boneheads Stick it up your arse We don't want all your rubbish We're not working class We lives 'ere on our farm Working
Can't think what to think Can't think what to say Can't seem to live my life From now or day to day No, yes:.etc. Now I'm going mad At all the fun I'
Spending money you have saved Working all your life Give it to the people Who control boring life Living without living Fashion you must change To be
Politicians one after one Creating havoc and having fun Pulling our lives to bits and pieces Sucking and crawling like common leeches Vote for me, I'
They're only going through a phase Kids are all the same They don't know their own right minds It's only a silly game They don't know what their talking
The glueheads walk with spaced out heads Their eyes are open wide The zombie walk that they have learnt Has now got to their minds They save to buy a
Can't pay tax Won't pay tax No poll tax -Cos we're all skint -We're on the dole -Cos they don't care -The future is grim It's pretty simple, no poll
Ronnie was a rebel, he also was a thief He'd take your granny's pension and kick her false teeth Stole his uncle's motor, drove it into town Ronnie was
Ronnie seemed a nice boy who lived with his mother He had a good job and he earned a few bob Nobody suspected that he was bad Until he drank some beer
Grinding off the neighbor's cat Baggy shorts and stupid hat halfpipe hero I am not Where's the brakes, I cannot stop Scootering, scootering, scootering