You have no soul you have no heart You'd chase an animal to see it torn apart Blood junky you're full of shit You want a kicking? you'll fuckin' get it
Glued to the screen you sit and vegetate A model citizen in a police state Pumped so full of rubbish that you don't see You'r getting a cathode ray lobotomy
Standing outsides the primary school gates With their leaflets stirring up race hate Creeping round in the dead of night Setting innocent people's houses
Radioactive discharge spews forth from wastepipe It poisons land and sea It poisons you and me NO FILTHY NUCLEAR POWER This filthy stinking waste They
Nuclear energy is a con It's just a cover for making their bombs And it sends people to an early grave So we want the power of the wind and the waves [
They shot innocent 5 year old kid murdered him in his bed They beat folk with their truncheons in the cells till they're dead Humiliate and strip search
Eighteen years old, screaming in a ditch Amputated legs in a war fought for the rich But the bosses shed no tears as you bled and cried 'Cos your butchery
kill No more roads - make you ill No more roads - cars kill Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!
Most people's experience with the police isn't some sort of rose-faced "Dixon of Dock Green" type who goes around cuffing someone on the shoulder for
You resurrect the corpse of war You take the food from the poor You kill this planet, mine by birth Your death machines stalk the earth You create famine
Oi! Oi! Let's go! We're here to play Oi! Oi! music for you And in return here's what we want you to do Come to our gigs - dance but don't fight Punx '
You come to the gig And you think you're really big but to me you just look small As you cover the back of the ball Lacking even the guts to get up the
I remember when you said you cared And that you would never be ensnared By the mortgage and the 9 to 5 Dumb existence in the human hive So was that really
in hand We come from all across the land Skins and punx out to have some fun Having a laugh in the midday sun PUNX PICNIC! PUNX PICNIC! PUNX PICNIC! OI! OI! OI
Resist the atomic menace BY Oi PoLLOi In March 1984 an old age pensioner by the name of Hilda Murrell was stabbed to death when she surprised an
Simon Weston is on fire Can you hear his screams get higher? Did he really want to burn So Thatcher's war machine could turn? Simon Weston Simon Weston
Sticks and standing stones Arrests and broken bones Peoples' homes destroyed Vicious thugs employed By rulers alienated From an earth they've devastated
Tore the people from the land Torched their houses with bloodied hands Thousands starved or died at sea A sickening toll of human misery Broke the old