Lyrics:
Headline in the paper tells of fighting in the streetsTeenage battles; six arrestedMutters in the council chambers, something must be doneBefore our city streets become infestedAnd mummy turns to daddy says 'where was our little boy that dayWhy can't he just stay at home and watch the silver screen'Ch: All we wanted was a cause that we could fight forOne chance for the heroes to win the dayAll we wanted was a chance to see the worldIn black and white instead of a hundred shades of greyWatch the raving maniacs go carving up the nightSee the barmy smiles on their facesSee the crazy bombers going cross their deadly wiresBlow themselves into a million piecesThe bands play it hard and fast go ripping through their setsAdrenaline going flowing drink and no regretsWhat do we tell our grandchildrenWhen they ask us about the good old daysBoring empty daytime jobs and frozen up insideDo you not remember what your daddy told you long agoGod, how those old men used to fight