Cries of anarchy, cries of freedom

Cries of fury in the United Kingdom

Started out loud, started out young

Started out poor and just for fun



Tales of youth fighting back

Just another load of crap

The clothes you wear have lost their sting

So's the fury in the songs you sing



Walking with a goose-step, rose up high

Making sure you're seen in the public eye

You're acting mean, you're acting tough

You shoud have been happy with just enough



A loaded pistol at your head

You won't be satisfied 'til you're dead

Playing your game, apparent cheap thrills

An image to live by, an image that kills



There goes your fury, out the door

Don't expect our respect anymore