Odiati & Fieri

A.C.A.B.
Hangin around with my mates one night We got in a little fight Geezer come with a knife in his fist i got cut along with the wrist said A.C.A.B. A.C.A.B. A.C.A.B. All cops are bastards Coppers come up & say what's the matter with you? Now they see what we can do Next thing i knew i was in a cell all my mates are in there as well A.C.A.B. A.C.A.B. A.C.A.B. All cops are bastards I had a court date to plead my case they had delight at the look in my face they said we're gonna put you away i said all i had to say A.C.A.B. A.C.A.B. A.C.A.B. All cops are bastards

Chaos
Do you remember in 1969? Seeing all the skinheads standing in a line Foaming at the mouth, Waiting for a fight High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin sight Come back of the skinhead come back of the boot People that we don't beat up We're gonna fucking shoot We are the new breed, we will have our say we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die Trouble east London Trouble in the street On the street corners Where the gang still meets Talking about the weekend What they're gonna do? If you aint careful They are gonna do you! Come back of the skinhead come back of the boot People that we don't beat up We're gonna fucking shoot We are the new breed, we will have our say we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die Chaos in the city Civil war now Skinheads taking over Like skinheads know how Skinhead with his boots on Nobodys fool Skinheads taking over Chaos is the rule! Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss! Do you remember in 1969? Seeing all the skinheads standing in a line Foaming at the mouth, Waiting for a fight High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin sight Come back of the skinhead come back of the boot People that we don't beat up We're gonna fucking shoot We are the new breed, we will have our say we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss!

Clockwork Skinhead
Wearing braces, the red, white, and blue doing what he thinks he ought to do Used to be a punk and a mod too Or is it just a phase he's going through He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead Clockwork skinhead- got no choice He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead clockwork skinhead-One of the boys Take him to the pub, buy him a beer Tell him what he wants to hear Wind him up like clockwork toy wants to be a man but he's just a boy He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead Clockwork skinhead- got no choice He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead clockwork skinhead-One of the boys Believes everything the papers say What's he gonna be today What is it hip to be Will he be himself or will he copy me? He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead Clockwork skinhead- got no choice He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead clockwork skinhead-One of the boys

1984
Britains in trouble, countrys bled dry handicapped and eldery have all gotta die no one fights the system, fight with each other the combine is laughing, scared of big brother What are we gonna get What are we gonna get What are we gonna get in 1984 Rats leave the sinking ship, theyve got their money made third world countries, sending us aid people queue up just to get their ration not the birth, but the death of a nation What are we gonna get What are we gonna get What are we gonna get in 1984 Will there be some heroes,into 85 when the bomb is dropped,and how do you stay alive Orwell said it all, he looked the future in the face Giant test tube babies,build a brand new race What are we gonna get What are we gonna get What are we gonna get in 1984

Wonderful World
Just left school cant find no work Be a building labourer or an office clerk Cant believe the men youve seen On the scrapheap and youre only 17 What a wonderful world What a wonderful world this is Standing on the corner waiting for a bus Old Bill come and try to nick you for SUS You try tell them that youve done nothing wrong They tell you not to sing the same song What a wonderful world What a wonderful world this is Standing in the pub on your own for the night Group of nutters try to pick a fight You can try and plead for your life Theyre still cut you with a fucking great knife What a wonderful world What a wonderful world this is

Yesterday's Hero
From the cradle to the grave The Oi Boy trying to be brave Show he's going to everyone From his birth to his death Got to prove that he's the best Don't even mean it's got to me done But he's yesterday's hero Yesterday's hero in every way Yesterday's hero Yesterday's hero is forgotten today Wants to try his hand at pop Have a record at the top All these records are lots of fun Concerts city style They all make you smile Ain't it all a load of fun? On telly every day Copied in every way Fans ask for an autograph Some kind of superman Photographs for a fan Don't it all make yer laugh?

Evil
I like breaking arms and legs snapping spines and wringing necks now i'll knife you in the back Kick your bones until they crack I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil Evil, evil, evil, evil Jump up and down upon your head Kick you around 'til your dead Fill your body full of lead See the roads turn to red I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil Evil, evil, evil, evil I don't like trendy cunts who pose Gonna punch you in the Nose Stick my Marten in your crotch Don't like you, you're too much I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil Evil, evil, evil, evil I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil Evil, evil, evil, evil

One Law For Them
Go to football, throw a brick, Get no mercy, months in nick Riot in the ghetto, red alert, Guilty free, innocent hurt We've been warned of rivers of blood See the trickle before the flood Pretend nothing happened, make no fuss One law for them, One for us One law for them, One law for them, One law for them, and another law for us No fun, no homes, no job, no use what else is used as an excuse Families fighting, familes looting next theres death, then theres shooting One law for them, One law for them, One law for them, and another law for us Riots in London, blame Old Bill We've been lucky no ones killed Violence on the streets, more to follow Freedom for those freedom fighters One law for them, One law for them, One law for them, and another law for us

Plastic Gangster
I come from south London I think I'm cool I wear a cheap crombie and that's about all I go down the pub with all the lads Their wearing their chains that they got from their dads But all I got was a rotten cheap chain My wife's got in debt with the club book again I'm a plastic gangster They call me a crown and anchor I asked one of my mates to get me some books About the East End their gangs and their crooks I bought a cheap car from one of the lads He got it cheap from his car dealing dad I'm in my new car, I'm driving it home The next thing I know the engine has blown I went down the West End, the local was drag I had to pay a tenner to go with some bag I took her home to her place I gave her some stick The next thing I know the old bag was sick I stay at home on Thursdays, minders on TV I'm learning Cockney rhyming slang of to a tee So when I go out on Fridays I know what to say I wish I was like Arthur and get my own way.