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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

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 Prudom, Barry Prudom
He's coming for you with his gun
Barry Prudom, Barry Prudom

Ten hole DMs on your feet
Well polished and looking neat
Paramilitary is the score
We're the band Combat 84

No one's safe when we march by
That's why we won't fade and die
Short hair with braces hanging down

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

Steve Strange!
You was a Punk in '77
and you was a Skinhead in '78
You tried Mod but you were too late,
changing changing all the time

[Chorus]
And you was a Punk too late

He's a dirty and evil man
And no one wants to know
He could be living in your town
The sign of the Rapist doesn't show
Young girls come to me
Stalking victims in the street
When it happens no-one sees
You're just dragged down off your feet

We will never fade and die whatever you try to do
We're the first of today and the last of tomorrow
Skinhead's not a fashion it's a way of life

Skinhead, Skinhead never give up
stick together and act as one
You never, never, never give up,
You stick together and act as one

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

There's rucking in the street and there's blood on your hands
Your'e boozing in the pub and going round in gangs
Cruising round in motors trying to get someone
Kick 'em stab 'em club 'em until the job is done

[Chorus]
There's violence in our town
There's violence all around

Charge Of The 7th Cavalry (1989)
UK
Link Records

There's flames in the city
and theres fire in the town
World War has been declared
And the Argentine is burning down