Runnin' Riot

DIVIDED LOYALTIES WORKING CLASS KILLING CASH IN HAND VICTIMISATION THE SATURDAY RITUAL

CAPTAIN CHAOS P.T.A. ALCOHOLIC HEROES DRUNK & DISORDERLY DIVIDE & CONQUER KEEP THE FAITH

JUDGE, JURY & EXECUTIONER A WAY OF LIFE JOHNNY REGGAE PUNISHMENT BEATING RIGHT THRU YOU

DIVIDED LOYALTIES

Together we stood side by side
One for all and all for one
You were an ego maniac
You gave me all the strength I lacked
In between the times of fun
We fought injustice and took the flak
But then you laughed into my face
And stabbed me in the back

Chorus:
A.E.E.U. Divided loyalties (x 3)

Your credibility and self respect
Your integrity all lost and wrecked
You replaced your principles over night
But workers rights ain’t black and white
Management puppet, white collar thug
You still think that you’re so smug
But hypocrites like you survive
Fuck you, eat shite and die

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WORKING CLASS KILLING

We’re all the same kids on the street
If you’re from the West or you’re from the East
The hatred fuelled from Political lies
Party fucking Politics another youth dies
Privileged few in their ivory towers
Pontificating abusing their powers
Ghetto mentality breeds an “Animal Farm"
Through bigotry it’s your own you harm

Chorus:
It’s a Working Class killing and a Working Class Dying today (x 3)

Politicians creating new fears
Choosing their victims manipulating tears
Creating a war between the Working Class
While they sit at home with blood on their hands
How many more before people see
These are divisions from the powers that be
Pushed to killing by bullying liars
Thousands of dead on their funeral pyres

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CASH IN HAND

They'll ask you what you're doing and who you've been with
Every movement of your miserable life
Social Security, they're just government puppets
They pay you money but they're trying to stop it

We play in a band, we get cash in hand (x 2)

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Join the line and sign your name
You're just a number, you're just a pawn in their game
Gotta get a job and sign off the Bru, Bollox!
You screw them before they screw you

Monday morning, you've got an interview
The Client Advisor wants to see you
More interrogation about your Jobseeking Record
She doesn't understand, you've been gigging with the Riot!

We play in a band, we get cash in hand (x 2)

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VICTIMISATION

The boys in blue, the government Gestapo
Working Class problems, they don't want to know
They've turned their backs for a measly pound
Thugs in uniform ruling your town

Chorus:
Victimisation (x 3), State intimidation

Dole office workers in the Civil Service
They've turned their backs, forgotten where their roots is
Appointed by the government just to push you around
More thugs in uniform ruling your town

Chorus:

Had enough, we can't take it anymore
We're gonna fight back, gotta settle the score
Appointed by the government just to push you around
Gonna smash the thugs in uniform ruling your town

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THE SATURDAY RITUAL

3 o'clock Saturday, in the “Morning Star”
Centre of town, in our favourite bar
Just before kick-off, now place your bets
Come 5 o'clock, then its in to collect
160 quid, now that's not bad
Suppose it's alright, but not the best I've had
Tottenham, Liverpool and the mighty West Ham
All fall together in my master plan

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Into the bookies and lift the cash
Me and the boys are gonna get smashed
Into the middle, boost the pot
We're not gonna leave 'til we've drunk the fuckin' lot

3 o'clock Saturday, in the “Morning Star”
Centre of town, in our favourite bar
Just before kick-off, now place your bets
Come 5 o'clock, then its in to collect

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Tryin' to stay upright, tryin' to fuckin' dance
Tryin' not to urinate or defecate our pants - Oi!

CAPTAIN CHAOS

Head to the grindstone Monday to Friday
Front of the queue, openin' time Saturday
Couple of pints and a bet on the football
He lived his life without a care at all
Front row centre on a Friday
Always there when the bands are playing
Button down Bennie and a dark blue Crombie
Laced up boots and a bottle of cider

Chorus:
So we'll raise a glass and drink a toast
To the good friend that we've all lost
Dancing with the fallen, leaving us to mourn our loss
But he'll never be forgotten - Captain Chaos

Now we never got to say goodbye, no
But he's never forgotten, we'll never let go
Always with us, and he always stayed true
Dessie mate, this song's for you

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P.T.A. (Prevention Of Terrorism Act)

Restricted travel, it's a fuckin' disgrace
They'll pull you in, they don't like your face
I'm sorry Sir but it won't take long
Every time it's the same old song

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Excuse me Sir but can you come with me
I can't let you through 'cos you've no I.D.
I don't give a toss what you say
You're gonna have to sign on the P.T.A.

Innocent man but they don't care
Is it your boots or is it your hair
Going off to see your mates, you're all set
But you'll get pulled by the London Met

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ALCOHOLIC HEROES

He’s the greatest player the world has ever seen
Geordie we love you the crowds all scream
But Geordie doesn’t care what the crowds all think
Is it near full time then I’ll get some drink

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Geordie, Geordie, Geordie, the fans all sing
Geordie, Geordie, Geordie, he can do anything
Geordie, Geordie, Geordie, he could have gone far
But Geordies too fond of the bar

He’s the greatest player the world has ever seen
He’s Hurricane Higgins kingbop of the green
Alex doesn’t care what the crowds all shout
He’s gonna pot the black then he’ll get some stout

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Hurricane Higgins the papers say
Hurricane Higgins he could go all the way
Hurricane Higgins he’s never a loser
But Higgy's too fond of the boozer

Bestie and Higgy they’re part of folklore
Geordie and Alex they know the score
You can take them out of Belfast and give them loads of loot
But you’ll never take away their working class roots

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DRUNK & DISORDERLY

Every day you live for the weekend
Friday night you know it's a Godsend
On the town with a load of your mates
You should have gone home but now its too late (x 2)

Chorus:
Oi! Oi! We're drunk and disorderly (x 3)
Oi! Oi!

Saturday you’re on the town with some good friends
On the beer all day it's the peak of the weekend
It’s been thirty six hours and you haven’t been home
Suit case in the ally now you’re out on your own (x 2)

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Week end is over now you’re in a bad state
Monday morning you better not be late
Five days to go you’ll be at it again
Friday night you’ll be out of your mind (x 2)

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DIVIDE & CONQUER

You’ve got your high paid politicians in their fucking flashy cars
But if you speak out against them they’ll lock you behind bars
They’re all the fucking same be them blue or be them green
They all tramp on the working classes and behind your backs they scheme

Chorus:
Working Class man take a Working Class stand (x 2)
You’ve got brother against brother divide and conquer (x 2)

This fucking fascist police force you’ve heard the tale before
It’s seven in the morning and they’re kicking down your door
For having had the balls to stand against their hate
And wanting to speak out just to help decide your fate

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It’s time the working classes had a voice to air our views
Why should so many people be dictated to by fools
We’ve all been through the hardships and we’ve all been through the pain
But those bastard politicians are making money just the same

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KEEP THE FAITH

Oi!, Oi! music is still here today
‘Cos Oi! Oi! music has got something to say
While there’s millions on the dole
And others destroying their very soul

Chorus:
Keep the faith c’mon stay true, Oi!, Oi! music will pull you through (x 2)

Oi!, Oi! music will never die
No matter how the music press try
‘Cos Oi!, Oi! music is making a stand
Up to the fools who run this land

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Oi!, Oi! skinheads will never back down
There’ll be an Oi! band playing in every town
Oi!, Oi! music is Working Class
Anyone can do it just give it a blast

Chorus: (x 2)

JUDGE, JURY & EXECUTIONER

Sadistic kid I played with toy guns
Tortured cats and dogs just for fun
I picked on kids, smaller than me
Playground training for the RUC
Hunting in packs that’s the game
Find the odd one out to torture and blame
I’m a copper now in my military gear
‘Cos the playground tought me to rule by fear

I always wanted to be a boy in blue

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Now I’m judge jury and executioner (x 3) - Don't fuck with me

A WAY OF LIFE

We’re the skinheads shout it out loud
We’re the skinheads punk and proud
We’re the skinheads we stayed true
We're the skinheads fuck you

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Oi! Oi! skinheads shout and scream
Oi! Oi! skinheads combats and greens
Oi! Oi! skinheads it's a way of life to me

We’re the Oi! bois proud and neat
We’re the Oi! bois voice of the streets
We’re the Oi! bois ox blood boots
We’re the Oi! bois Working Class youth

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Repeat Verse 1 and Chorus

JOHNNY REGGAE *

Well you use to see him down Leicester Square
Mixed up suit and filthy hair
He played harmonica in Limbo for his tea and fare
He drank too much but I could not care

Chorus:
Johnny Reggae – He could not see (x3)
But it never stopped him smiling at me

He wore a badge from the Paradise Isle
He grinned a lot he had a toothless smile
He broke no laws he appeared on no files
And he spent his nights upon the pavement tiles

Chorus:

Well they said it started with some rookie Police
When a lucky right hand knocked him down to his feet
They dragged him legless to the soundproof cells
Where no-one but the dead could hear his yells
And they gave him what they gave to the troublesome niggers

Well I hope some night when there’s me and thee
We’re behind those bastards in a blind alley
In the black of night their eyes won’t see
Who dealt a dose of Brutality

Chorus: (x2)

PUNISHMENT BEATING

What gives you the right
What makes you think your right
To beat a lad and leave him fighting for his life
You rule the streets round here
But you rule the streets by fear
The law of the gun dealt out in the dead of night

Chorus:
Who defends me (x 2)

Repeat Verse 1 and Chorus

Punishment beating there’s no winner

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RIGHT THRU YOU

You politicians who do you speak for
‘Cos you don't speak for the people in the streets where I’m from
You say you represent the masses
You treat every one the same
While the workers take a drop in standards
And you say you never had it so good

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But we all see right through you

You Mister Policeman don't forget where your from
Your being used by the rich man to protect what he stole
You seem to think that youre going up
You’ve turned your back on your own
You always treat everybody like shit
Just remember you’ve gotta go home

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You're an upright citizen staunch defender of the law
But you’ll squeal on your neighbours to the bastards in the dole
One of these days were gonna catch you
Then you’ll pay for what you’ve done
All the snoops up against the wall
Y’ll be sorry you answered their call

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TIME TO FIGHT

Skinheads stand together and fight
Boots on your feet, head shaved tight
The time has come, were taking shit no more
Get up of your arse, kick down that fucking door
The time has come, The time to fight
The time is right c’mon

Chorus:
You’ve gotta make a stand, You’ve gotta have a say
Stand up and be counted today

You work in a shite job just to pay your way
It's the same old bollocks every day
Smash your chains set yourself free
Its time to end this mental slavery
The time has come, The time to fight
The time is right c’mon

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