Тексты песен «Skrewdriver»

All the counselors, in Blackpool With their poxy cars, can just fuck off You're much too old, to persecute us Bet your sick about the local publicity huh? Thank you! Chorus: Too much confusion Too much confusion Too...

Another Monday morning, another day Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay Chorus: Like working from nine till five Making a mess of my mind I'm filing papers, in long gray drawers And my brain's...

You're wondering how you'll make it through the day Pack your bag and then you'll get up on your way Chorus: Once you had the money baby, and you didn't have to steal You're a case of pride and I know just how you feel...

Times are changing, everywhere Our flags are raising, the time is near Our lives are just a struggle, that we're fighting everyday I know it can't be easy, it's a time of change It's a time of change - Stood against us...

The fires raged for many years, it was a time of change The heavens rained with sorrow's tears, then came the brand new day That day there was a burnt out field, it's earth was black and charred It's flowers once were...

I don't like papers, reading books Gettin' sick, think it sucks I don't wanna listen to another word I'm so bleedin' bored Chorus: I'm anti-social Anti-social Anti-social I hate the world I don't wanna go to work...

Out there on the fields, where battles are fought There lies a million soldiers dying, in a war in which they've been caught But back home in the government where the traitors dwell With thoughts of profit, no ideals,...

Back with a bang now! Do you remember in summer back in 1978? When they reckoned that the skinheads' days were numbered And the papers dripped with liquid hate Being patriotic's not the fashion so they say To fly your...

Back with a bang now! Do you remember in summer back in 1978? When they reckoned that the skinheads' days were numbered And the papers dripped with liquid hate Being patriotic's not the fashion so they say To fly your...

Backstreet kids, no future in sight Backstreet kids, can't see no light Backstreet kids, no money too Backstreet kids, well what you gonna do? Chorus: 'Cos you're the backstreet kids Street rats, alright! Backstreet...

They come here to this country from the jungles and from trees The traitors in the parliament give them a better deal Spend the nation's money, to cater to their needs They all accept our charity, then bite the hand...

No one knows what it's like To be the bad man To be the sad man Behind blue eyes No one knows what it's like To be baited To be slated To telling you no lies But my dreams They aren't as empty As they claim...

Lying in the cell, lookin through the bars Lookin at the open feilds, so near and yet so far Wonderin bout your freinds out there, and what they're doin now And wishin you could be with them today Behind the bars...

To dream of freedom in this world Our banners flying proudly are unfurled Even if we stand alone we must never hide For in our hearts there is a sense of pride Chorus: For the blood and honor For the blood and for the...

To dream of freedom in this world Our banners flying proudly are unfurled Even if we stand alone we must never hide For in our hearts there is a sense of pride Chorus: For the blood and honor For the blood and for the...

Trying to figure out just what to do Wonder what the future holds for you Being in a cult is part of growing up today Drifting 'round the streets you're living your life your own way, in your... Chorus: Boots and...

The summer was coming, I was out in the fields Well then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear I saw an old man, he sat by a tree He said "Come and listen to me son now, come and listen to me." He said "Hey boy, what...

The summer was coming, I was out in the fields Well then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear I saw an old man, he sat by a tree He said "Come and listen to me son now, come and listen to me." He said...

Don' be too late, don't miss the train We gotta get a result, Lord what a pain, what a game We gotta keep fighting, we gotta walk tall We gotta stick together, and then march foward, one and all Chorus: Don't be too...

You're walking 'round the street And a van slows down They pull you off your feet And they knock you 'around Whoever they are If it's the Reds or the blues Well they spit on the flag When they take it out on you...