Jobseekers - L.P.S. Lyrics

Up in the morning and into my doc boots
Shirt, jeans and braces, pride of working-class roots
Down to the steel-mill, building site of choice
After-hours bring the beers, and rocksteady noise
In come the mods with their brand of judging eyes
Music, beer and spirits high, no problems will arise
No government views, no racist words said
This is the life of a lemonhead

L.P.S. our standards were met
L.P.S. became a government upset

Welcome to this wasting mess
Born into society's stress
Paranoid by your own mind
Every breath brings harder times
Asking yourself, if this is true
The inside eye will bring a bigger view
The cells in power show no remorse
Even to the greater source

Now's the time the skins are tough
Punk has arrived and the streets are rough
Opinions on the street are shouted not said
This is the life of a bloody skinhead

L.P.S. our standards were met
L.P.S. became a government upset