Chorus: Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi

Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi

Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi

What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi

Another threatening glance, another macho stance

Another aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed

Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat

Another bottle waved in the air, another battle with tension and fear

Chorus

Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing better to give?

Why fuck up the only chance to be yourself and really live?

You tell me you're a working class loser, well what the fuck does that mean?

Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen?

Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before

Muscles all akimbo as they boot down another door

Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another head

When you're just a pathetic victim of the media you've been fed

You're lost in your own self pity, you've bought the system's lie

They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie

Okay, so you're right about one thing, no-one's got the right to shit on you

But what's the point of shitting on yourself, what's that gonna do?

Working class hero beats up middle class twit

Media labels, system's shit

When it looks like the people could score a win

The system makes sure that the boot goes in

Yeah it's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi

Just another fucking rip off, a fucking media ploy

It's the greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi

Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi

Punk attacked the barriers of colour, class and creed

But look at how it is right now,