The end of the world is coming in two We are ready to fight are you When you're on your knees with a gun to your head It's better to be dead than fuckin' Red!
We are the right, the right to choose And we want defense, and we want the cruise
They gave their lives and they bled Remember the Falklands don't forget our dead The right to choose, we want the cruise
There was blood coming from his head On the run another copper dead He killed his boss and he didn't know why But he heard a voice that they must die
Barry Prubom, Barry Prudom He's coming for you with his gun Barry Prudom, Barry Prudom He's Public Enemy number 1
Tools of his trade were guns and knives He got a degree in taking lives Wasted pigs for something to do You better watch out, he's coming for you
In the army trained to kill He'll make the rest of them fit the bill He was hunting like a wild creature Another murder for the sunday features
You're walking down the street and theres blood on your hands Commotion in the pubs and going round in gangs Cruising round in motors, trying to get someone Kick 'em, stab 'em, club 'em, until the job is done
There's violence in our town Theres violence all around (x2) People never learn how ever much you try There's violence in your blood so someones gonna die Cruising round in motors, trying to get someone Kick 'em, stab 'em, club 'em, until the job is done
He's a dirty and evil man And no one wants to know He could be living in your town The sign of a rapist doesn't show Young girls come to him Stalking victims in the street When it happens no one's safe You're just swept up off your feet
Capitol punishment Stronger government
Plastic mask and hairy wig You're too scared to show your face You're acting like a dirty pig You're a cancer on the human race Filth of society, should all die We need a stronger government All you gotta do is hang 'em high We want capitol punishment!
We need a stronger government Bring back capitol punishment Hang 'em, hang 'em, hang 'em high You watch those fucking bastards die
You was a punk in 77 And you was a skin in 78 You tried mod but you were too late Changin' changin' every year
And you was a punk too late And you was a skin too late And you was a mod too late And you was a ted too late
Poseur, Poseur standing there You change your style every year Once straight but now a queer You change your style every year
New romantics you're too elite you ain't worthy to kiss me feet Your looking down on all your mates New romantics you're too elite
We will never fade or die whatever you try to do We're the first of today, and the last of tomorrow Skinheads not a fashion, its a way of life
Skinhead skinhead never give up just stick together and act as one You never never never give up, just stick together and act as one
See us on the telly, you read about us in the news We will never fade or die, whatever you try to do
Pair of DM's on your feet Well polished and looking neat Paramilatary, here's the score We're the band Combat 84 Know whats sacred we must fight Thats why we won't be denied Short hair and braces hanging down There'll always be a skinhead in town Thats why we rule the street
==== Soldier ==== Soldier soldier standing there Watching your mates march round the square Youre in there without a fight You could lose your best friend tonite
Youre in there without a change You're in there without a chance Bring 'em, bring 'em, bring 'em back now
Your country needs you Thats what the poster said But now there's nothing you can do Because you're fucking dead
1982 1982 There's nothing here for me and you 19, 1982 You won't get a job anywhere Not when you've got short hair There's nothing here for me and you 19, 1982 There's nothing here for me and you 19, 1982 You let jobs go into the distance Your on the dole for your existence More Fleeced attention More forced intentions There's nothing here for me and you 19, 1982
F82123 dreaming that you are free F82123 twenty two hours in a cell F82123 dreaming that you are free F82123 Made your life a living hell
Gonna be free one day Gonna get out some day
There's flames in the city and theres fire in the town World War has been declared And the Argentine is burning down
Its the day of abomination and the day to bomb a country It's the end of a nation and the end of a country
Its World war now And i don't know why Falkland islands in flames and they're all gonna die
It's arm yourself now and be prepared Its kill all sides and don't be scared
You turn around and realise that you're surrounded Standing there your worst fears are compounded Lock your doors but you can't stop us coming in Deny we're out here but we're your worst nightmare come to life
Get the fear, know we're here When your world starts to fall apart
Close your eyes our existence cannot be supressed Turn your head put your faith in nature to the test Think it out, society is shutting out the best Shut it down, survival for the strongest not the rest
Get the fear, know we're here When your world starts to fall apart
Things will change defend your homes and family first Go to ground and let the countries forces take the worst Side by side change the rules, stop this money thirst Arm yourselves, people rise up 'cos judgement day is here, the bubble's burst
Get the fear, know we're here When your world starts to fall apart
On our way to the game, faces and attitudes still the same Looking for the other crew, we're mob handed we're looking at you Waiting in a backstreet bar, spotters out in the car Word goes out that their firms here, check who's coming and down yer beer
It's kickin' off It's kickin' off at the station It's kickin' off It's kickin' off around the nation
Catch 'em walking down the street, going to the proper meet They see us and try to run, now we're gonna have some fun Get 'em cornered by the ground, screaming victims, lovely sound Some lay bleeding on the floor ask 'em if they want some more?
It's kickin' off It's kickin' off at the station It's kickin' off It's kickin' off around the nation
Stanleys out, cut 'em deep, there's a present you can keep We'll see you on your turf, then we'll see what you're fucking worth Call us up, we'll come to you, come and slap your two bob crew We're the firm that you can't touch, number one too fucking much
It's kickin' off It's kickin' off at the station It's kickin' off It's kickin' off around the nation
I aint vegetarian I like to eat meat, I don't wear sandals I wear boots on my feet If I go out for a night I won't let my bird pay, they say this is wrong in this fucked up world today I won't send money to a foreign place, then watch their government stuff their face I tell the beggars to get off their arse, I'm working not fucking middle class
This whole world is fucking mad, to be politically correct is fucking sad
I'm politically incorrect (x 4)
I go out to football in my England shirt, the old bill abuse me and treat me like dirt I aint done nothing wrong but I have no say, they'd lock me up if they had their way Why do all the scum and terrorists get off, rapists and muggers, I've had e fucking nuff We can't offend them or infringe their rights, let's name 'em and shame 'em and hang 'em in the night
This whole world is fucking mad, to be politically correct is fucking sad
I'm politically incorrect (x 4)
I always hold a door to let a lady come through, 'cos this is the right fucking thing to do I read the News of the world and I like the Sun, but they say I should read the Guardian But I like page 3 and I like a bit of sport, and I like throwing one up some old sort So just leave me alone to go down the cafe, 'cos I don't go out mugging or burgling a gaff
This whole world is fucking mad, to be politically correct is fucking sad
I'm politically incorrect
We've seen 'em come and we've seen 'em go But we're the boys who are in the know We're back have you missed us? We're back you could have fucking kissed us
We're back been away a while We're back with our combat style (x 2)
Pretenders to our name We're back we're in the game We'll take you on and sort you out 'Cos that's what combats all about
We're back been away a while We're back with our combat style (x 2)
You want the real men? We're back we're here again You know what we're fighting for We're back we're combat 84
We're back been away a while We're back with our combat style
Fully loaded I got my gun Bang bang bang, I'm gonna shoot you just for fun They say I'm mad and they can see it in my eyes Just let me lock and load and they're in for a surprise
Whatever happened to my country Whatever happened to the place where I come from Whatever happened to my country Whatever happened to the place where I was born
They try to ignore us but we aint done for yet We'll pay a visit, just so you don't forget We're still fighting and yes we're still a threat With us what you see is what your gonna fucking get
Whatever happened to my country Whatever happened to the place where I come from Whatever happened to my country Whatever happened to the place where I was born