Fuck off you, fuck your violent threats, your attempts to control the nation.

Fuck off you fucked up racist cunt, understand the situation

Back off you slimy worthless prick, you ain't got a clue what you're facing!

Eat bricks you hed up bastard shits, 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,'cos 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 'cos 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