I don't care what you say you will never understand and
I don't care what you do 'cause we got the upper hand
And I know what you think when I'm walking in the street
But you'll never show up at the places we meet
With our boots and our braces we defend our pride
When the punx & skins are going out for the night
In the press you talk about political shit
But we never had anything to do with it
You will never understand
The Spirit Of The Streets
You write all the bollocks on your front page
But the truth will never see the light of day
Working class kids won't put up with this
Don't be surprised when you run into some fists