I miss the sound of those old school glories,
Barking in a garage about their raw stories.
A noisy message that you can feel
Because is trustworthy, straight and real.
I hate the sound of those sweetie new posers,
Rocking like a pop-stars, singing to their mothers.
Sounding like a melodic bad taste joke,
Seeing your videoclips I just can laugh.
We won't let skinhead Oi! music decay,
We will continue in this rock'n'roll way:
Real, dirty and raw.
We hope this shit won't last too many days,
We keep this way of life in the right way...
TRUE, SKINHEAD ROCK'N'ROLL!
An angry rough voice shouting out loud.
Simple anthems making you feel proud
To be a working class patriot,
A noble value that everyone forgot.
There's a censorship, an inquisition.
They will mark music you can listen.
They will say you what is right and wrong...
Judges of Oi! always get me bored.