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The fires raged for many years, it was a time of change
The heavens rained with sorrow's tears, then came the brand new day
That day there was a burnt out field, it's earth was black and charred
It's flowers once were peoples' hopes, but now they were their scars
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(chorus)
After the fire, the ruins there did lay
After the fire, would come a brand new day

I don't like papers, reading books
Gettin' sick, think it sucks
I don't wanna listen to another word
I'm so bleedin' bored

I'm anti-social
Anti-social
Anti-social

I don't like papers and reading books
Gettin' bored now, thinkin' it sucks
I don't wanna listen to another word
I'm so bleedin' bored

Chorus:
I'm anti-social
An-ti-so-cial

Out there on the fields, where battles are fought
There lies a million soldiers dying, in a war in which they've been caught
But back home in the government where the traitors dwell
With thoughts of profit, no ideals, they'll send you somewhere, pretty much like hell
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(chorus)
As life bleeds away, as life bleeds away
As life bleeds away, but the soldier tried

Back with a bang now!

Do you remember in summer back in 1978?
When they reckoned that the skinheads' days were numbered
And the papers dripped with liquid hate
Being patriotic's not the fashion so they say
To fly your country's flag's a crime
Society tried its best to kill you

Backstreet kids, no future in sight
Backstreet kids, can't see no light
Backstreet kids, no money too
Backstreet kids, well what you gonna do?

Chorus:
'Cos you're the backstreet kids
Street rats, alright!

No one knows what it's like
To be the bad man
To be the sad man
Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated

To dream of freedom in this world
Our banners flying proudly are unfurled
Even if we stand alone we must never hide
For in our hearts there is a sense of pride

(chorus)
For the blood and honour
For the blood and for the pride

To dream of freedom in this world
Our banners flying proudly are unfurled
Even if we stand alone we must never hide
For in our hearts there is a sense of pride

(chorus)
For the blood and honour
For the blood and for the pride

Trying to figure out just what to do
Wonder what the future holds for you
Being in a cult is part of growing up today
Drifting 'round the streets you're living your life your own way, in your...

Boots and braces, shaven-headed hoards
Boots and braces, fighting 'cos you're bored
Boots and braces, you'll always get the blame

The summer was coming, I was out in the fields
Well then I heard a guitar playing, loud and clear
I saw an old man, he sat by a tree
He said "Come and listen to me son now, come and listen to me."
He said "Hey boy, what does life mean to you? Well alright,"
"Does it mean got out, get drunk, and drown your blues?"
He said "If that's, what it means to you, well alright,"
He said "Well that's a wasted life and I got nothing more to say to you."

Raise aloft the standards, our ideals march before us
Join in the chorus of our rousing battle song
Hear the beet of the feet, of our mighty nation waking
Far ahead the tread, of our comrades marching on

(chorus)
Can't you hear the sound of our European battle song?
Can't you hear the sound of our European battle song?

Gloom in the trenches, fire in the sky
You wait for the signal, the order to die
You're scrambling forward, with fear in your eyes
Charging the enemy and you still wonder why
Obey all your orders, and you do what they say
But you may be a pawn in a political game
And your leaders may not be all that they seem
And your bravery's mocked by a crooked regime

Panic spreads, misery
Lot of people live in poverty
Decline of Europe, decline of man
Long time ago when the rot began

We need a saviour, before long
Must be soon before the chance is gone
The great leader, from the north

What a drag, what a waste of time
Want more money or a life of crime?
Do as much work as an older man
He gets much more money than I ever can

Chorus:
Gimmie some, government action
Gimmie some, gimmie satisfaction

You stand out from the crowd
With the love for your nation undimmed
Well it seems that your country is crumbling
But you won't stand and let the enemy win
Your duty is to stand firm and steadfast
To stand proud and stand free is a must
You are the light in the darkness
You are the diamonds in the dust

I'm just a politician, I do it all for you
I always answer truthfully, honestly I do
Even if you did not vote, I 'll do my very best
I'm here to get this country, out of such a mess

(chorus)
Na, nanna, na, elect me to the House of Treason
Na, nanna, na, you can kiss good-bye to freedom

Well I know what I want
But baby you do too
Well I don't need your love
'Cause baby I need you.

(chorus)
Well love don't shine
through the clouds above

I've been sitting 'round here waiting for somebody's call
I hope it comes off quickly 'fore the winter starts to fall
We gotta get going quickly, and we got to come on strong
I know just what I want, and I'll get it before too long

Chorus:
Before the winter starts to fall
I'm taking heed of Europe's call

The warrior fought the battle, out on the battlefield
Too long the strife was waged, his fate would soon be sealed
For far too long the daily lies had served to keep him down
Apathy had been the plague, but now he'd come around

Let's hopes it's not too late, for a man to do great deeds
For a garden to be healthy, you must first destroy the weeds
And if he's left it too long, destruction will soon show

They came across the border in the middle of the night
It was much much worse in the cold daylight
There's hundreds of tanks and thousands of men
And helicopters buzzing right above your head

(chorus)
Oh no, it's an invasion, invasion
Oh no, it's an invasion, invasion

Way down in Louisiana close to New Orleans
Way back up in the woods among the evergreens
There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood
Where lived a country boy named Johnny B Good
Didn't like muggers taking over his land
Johnny got clever and joined the Ku Klux Klan

Go, go Johnny go go

It's not easy outside, looking in
Never being part of things, they say that we have sinned
We stand alone, those precious few, they know that we won't hide
We're surrounded by Red mobs, and police who take their side
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(chorus)
We're out on the mean streets, out in the city
We're out on the mean streets, everywhere

When I see the national flag in the wind
I get so proud what I believe in
I feel so strong I can do whatever I like
To do whatever I want and I know it's right

There is nothing like it to see the flag in the wind
There is nothing like it so go out there and win
Yeah you're a skinhead and you should be proud in what you are

He's the kind of man who sticks his job for the money that he gets
He don't spend his money at the pub or making bets
Goes down town, goes in the bar and makes his contact there
He gets the gear, he takes a shot, and his eyes begin to stare

(chorus)
'Cos he's a junkie, needle-man
Needs the kicks, don't give a damn

Night trains, filling up, on a railway station in Berlin
On the way to the Eastern Front, as winter was closing in
Young soldiers who were on their way to a freezing, living hell
For victory's dreams had faded now, amongst explosions and deadly shells

(chorus)
Night trains, moving out
Moving on, to the distant east

Into battle, a fearless man
Been around since the struggle began
Saw it all through the worry and pain
Fought hard in every loss and gain
He did it all for his people
He stood and fought against the evil

One in a million, he battled so hard

Open up your eyes
You are in for such a surprise
You have no idea what's a goin' on
You're just being used, yeah once again
Chorus:
Open up your eyes
Tell me can you see now?
Open up your eyes

I see a white door and they want it painted black
No colors anymore; they want to turn them black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until the darkness goes

No more, well I can they'll turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun

As enemies plan to take over our nations
Their only ambitions to see Europe fall
They'll be no surrender to the Reds or the moneylenders
Come on all you lads hear the patriots' call
Come on all you lads hear the patriots' call
They can stop all their bluffing, they're entitled to nothing
And they don't belong here with their alien ideas
For we'll not be beaten, the true European

It's time to face the music, we've let our country down
Upon the face of our nation, there seems to be a frown
Once we were all proud men of this green and pleasant land,
But we've lost a lot of tears over you

Very soon our time will come, our nation's doom will toll
They've bought up all our industries, and they've tried to buy our souls
And then our nation's working men, will be the rich man's slaves

Pulling on the boots, and threading up the laces
Shaving our heads, and strapping on the braces
There you have a skinhead, looking for a fight
Skinhead, skinhead, running through the night

Skinhead, skinhead, running through the night
Making lots of trouble, starting lots of fights
Skinhead, skinhead, getting really...

Pulling on the boots and tightening up the laces?
Shaving their heads and ? their faces?
There you have a skinhead, looking for a fight
Skinhead, skinhead, running through the night

Skinhead, skinhead, running through the night
Making lots of trouble, starting lots of fights
Skinhead, skinhead, getting really pissed

Hey you up there in your office
Hiding in your private little nest
Trying to tell the people what to listen to
But you clutch the Red flag to your breast

Chorus:
Skrew you, a stranger to the truth
Skrew you, twisting all our words

Can you tell me why, so many days?
Spent in the rain, with so much pain
Why can't the sun, come breaking through?
Come shining down now, on me and you, yeah

(chorus)
Why can't the sun, come shining down?
Then we'll have won, no black clouds around

Великий Ян Стюарт - лідер легендарного гурту "Skrewdriver" називав кацапів виродками (russian bastards) і причисляв їх нарівні з жидами і неграми до ворогів Білої Раси. Подібні висловлювання на адресу кацапів можна знайти, наприклад, у пісні "Shove The Dove" та в численних інтерв'ю Яна Стюарта. Ян Стюарт добре знав історію і дотримувався тих же поглядів, що і кубанський козак Павло Штепа: кацапи - це азійське лайно.

До речі, кацапський "скінхед" Корольов, у своїй "біблії скінхеда", також згадує про негативне ставлення Яна Стюарта до кацапів. Тому кацапські "скінхеди" - це така ж помилка природи як і циганські або монгольські "скінхеди".

Don't wanna talk about the government peace,
It's just another virtue with a throwout piece.
Congradulate yourselves while the people die.
Just to win one election dosen't fly.

He took the reins of power in 1933
The appointed deputy fuhrer of the N.S.D.A.P.
This is the story of Rudolph Hess, a brave and loyal man
Gave his life for his beliefs because he loved his land
On that night of May, 10th in 1941
He boarded an Me-110, for his mission had just begun
Destination-Scotland, the Duke of Hamilton he must seek
But what was to unfold from his emissary of peace?

Pulling on the boots and stroking up the laces
Shaving our heads and strapping on the braces
now you are a skinhead, looking for a fight
Skinhead, Skinhead, running through the night

Skinhead, Skinhead, running through the night
Making lots of trouble, starting lots of fights
Skinhead, Skinhead, getting really pissed

On the streets of Ulster, the battle rages on
British people fighting for their land
Fought in two world wars for us, fought and died for Britain
Gotta help them, support the Red Hand

(chorus)
Smash! Smash! The IRA!
Smash! Smash! The IRA!

The country's rugged heathland
See the nation's sea and sand
This our people's pride and joy now
Yeah, this our motherland

(chorus)
Soar aloft you Golden Eagle
High above the sea and sand

I don't fight for the money, don't fight for blood
I'm fighting for freedom, I know where I'm stood
I fight for the nations, that haven't yet died
I fight to stop Russia, creating a world of sighs

(Chorus)
I'm a soldier of freedom
I'm a soldier of freedom

I get a feeling, despite the double-dealing
Someone's trying to grind us down
Despite the storm breaking, people are awakening
We're always gonna be around

Shout out loud "We're strong and proud"
No one's gonna kill our voice
No treacherous scum gonna have us on the run

Du hast ein Gefhl, das in deinem Herzen ist
[You have a feeling, that's in your heart]
Sehr stark das aus dir macht, was du bist
[Very strong which makes you, what you are]

(chorus)
Ein Gefhl tief, innen, Stolz
[A feeling deep inside, pride!]

Waiting for the weekend, on a left-wing afternoon
Reds are gonna lose their power, skinheads gonna call the tune
Pushing through the Red scum, feeling pretty good
The pride of being White men, go for commie blood

Chorus:
All that pent up anger that goes pouring through your head
Streetfight in the city, the Reds are gonna end up dead

Waiting for the weekend, on a left-wing afternoon
Reds are gonna lose their power,
skinheads gonna call the tune
Pushing through the Red scum, feeling pretty good
The pride of being White men, go for commie blood

All that pent up anger that goes pouring through your head
Streetfight in the city, the Reds are gonna end up dead

Sweet wheels keep on turning, carry me home to my kin
Singing songs about the South now, I miss Alabama, once again I think it's a sin
I heard Mr. Young sung about her, I heard old Neil put her down
Well I hope Neil Young will remember, Alabama don't need him 'round anyhow

(chorus)
Sweet home Alabama, where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama, Lord I'm coming home to you

Tearing Down The Wall

It's been a long wait now, 1945
Lot of people've paid for it with their lives
Those people have risked it, to unite their blood
To tear it down, if only they could

Chorus:

They've done it all behind our backs
Took advantage of the feelings we lacked
And now it's coming up to midnight
We're gonna have to stand up and fight

(chorus)
What they've done here is a mighty sin
When the people were sleeping, the evil crept in

Look to the future, outlaw
The storm is coming now, race war
The skies darken as night falls
The battle's coming now, your race calls

We'll carry on the fight 'til the day we die
Against the people that would kill us for the flags we fly
We wont surrender, we wont give in

He sat in a room
in a square of the color of blood.
He'd rule the whole world
if there was a way that he could.
He'd sit and he'd stare
at the minreds on top of the towers.
For he was a beast
as he hatched his new plans to gain power.

This little piggy went to market, this little piggy to the fair
This little piggy wore a big blue hat and he followed us everywhere
Wherever we go, so does he, in his little car
If he works well for the money-men, well he knows that he'll go far

(chorus)
This little piggy says that he's the boss
Listen piggy, we don't give a toss

Walking 'round streets, hand-in-hand with fear
No-one can tell what is 'round the bend
Don't side with the other side, 'cos if you do we'll find you
Want to know exactly if you classify as friends

Chorus:
'Cause this is the voice (the voice), the voice (the voice) of Britain
And you better believe it

poken intro:
Once upon a time, long ago, or maybe not so, in a land that progress had attempted to destroy. Where many people had lost hope, and the enemy reigned with cruelty and evil. This land where once the people were proud and free, now they cowered in fear and servility. From this desert of destruction and despair, once more to the fore in his nation's hour of need... to the enemy's terror, and his people's elation, came the Warlord...

No one's ever gonna take away his land
Not whilst he has the power in his hands
He appears when his nation is in danger
To all our enemies he's the slayer

Damp pavements, street lights
She was born to stand and fight
No favours nor charity
She was never part of a minority

Inner-city baby, brought up tough
Look around here now, it looks rough
Nerves of steel get her through her day

We got new faces
We got somethin` new
Yeah we`re all strangers
And we`re playin` for you

And just `cos we look different
And we wear different clothes
Just `cos we look different

For far too long, we've let our enemies knock us to the floor
No one cares to lift a hand, until the knock is on their door

(chorus)
We've gotta stop Red infiltration, in all our motherlands
We gotta stand up for our nation
Stop them Reds, the future lies in our hands

We see it on the streets today, we see it on the news
The so-called British law machine, and it's us who pay the dues
The we read it in the papers that the black man gets it tough
But we all know that this is wrong, and we have had enough

Ref: Where has justice gone, where does it hide?
Where has justice gone, or is it just another lie?

I stand watch my country, going down the drain
We are all at fault, we are all to blame
We're letting them takeover, we just let 'em come
Once we had an Empire, and now we've got a slum

Chorus:
White Power! For England
White Power! Today

Things have got worse as time has passed
It's my nation, first and last
No one's gonna take our pride away
No one can tell me that we asked for this
To have our land thrown into the abyss
Treason and deceit are the orders of the day

(chorus)

You ride through the streets with your head held up high
For your flag and your country you're willing to die
Your forefathers fought and your forefathers died
They died for a feeling they felt deep inside

(chorus)
White rider, white rider, your strength is your pride
White rider, white rider, you'll stand, never hide

As we look 'round at our nations, depression starts to settle in
Our once proud Western cities, as the rot starts to begin
Riots on the streets are often, mugging happens every day
Rapists stalk the darkened streets, looking for defenceless prey
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(chorus)
Fight for your country, fight for your race
Fight for your nation, for fighting made our people great

We'll be fighting in the streets, with our children at our feet
And the morals that they worshipped will be gone
And the men who spurred us on, sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song

(chorus)
I'll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution