Punk played it's own important role in the fight against oppression 
 Aired awareness, new opinions, destroyed formerly accepted obsessions 
 Right out the window went stale traditions, false morals blinded hope 
 Respect for authority joined them; we made them a standing joke 
 We said,  [bad word] off" smarmy popstar [bad word] portraying images of a perfect world 
 Smearing a happy, clean face on reality, "it's the Queens Jubilee..." go to [bad word] 
 Refusing to be puppets with the promise of a future, there is no future 
 So never mind the [bad word]  because anarchy in the UK suits us 
 The public screamed in outcry, demanded immediate termination 
 The "scum of the earth" has raised its voice "How could they do this to our nation?" 
 The media tried to destroy us, stop the 'poor mans' rock invasion 
 The exposure only helped us reveal their hopeless situation 

 Gaining in momentum and numbers, we needed spokesmen 
 And that came from four people from the real world, just like the rest of us 
 We now had a voice, an alternative, our message getting louder 
 Nothing now could stop us rising up to meet their fast advancing challenge 
 But when the challenge came, they [bad word]  as the four proved easy prey 
 For the states clever weapon money proved too tempting once again 
 Big [bad word] business cheque books opened up and then swallowed 
 Those leeches sucked hard slyly, and we couldn't believe the scenes that followed 

 Punk shops - " roll up! Buy your rebellion here!" 
 Badges, posters, bondage, books, colouring for your hair 
 Like sheep they flocked to buy punk rock, a part of the new threat! 
 The country laughed and screamed "punk flop"; it now seemed punk was dead! 

 They toured the lands to Disneyland 
 And ripped the state apart 
 Destroyed the music status quo 
 And created a new start 
 Their jet set pads, the sunny land 
 The songs of train robbings 
 It's just all more money in the bank 
 [bad word] on boys and girls and sing 
 We stood and could only watch 
 As they took everything we stood for 
 And made a mockery of it 
 The four feeding finance straight back 
 Into the system they supposedly despised 
 What was once the black flag of anarchy 
 Was now the colours of the Union Jack 

 The movement, punk rock, who cares? We are just another band; they were just another band 
 Direct action is what achieves change, not miming to words, 
 how much longer must we sing the same old song? 
 Crawling from the mess that they'd left standing as our future 
 We realised we needed 'no one' to mouth off our message for us 
 Told big business to take [bad word] jump, went back underground where we started 
 The tribe then split, as some stayed behind to mourn