Fleeting Fury Lyrics - Singles - Teen Idles

Cries of anarchy, cries of freedom 

Cries of fury in the United Kingdom 

Started out loud, started out young 

Started out poor and just for fun 

Tales of youth fighting back 

Just another load of crap 

The clothes you wear have lost their sting 

So's the fury in the songs you sing 

Walking with a goose-step, rose up high 

Making sure you're seen in the public eye 

You're acting mean, you're acting tough 

You shoud have been happy with just enough 

A loaded pistol at your head 

You won't be satisfied 'til you're dead 

Playing your game, apparent cheap thrills 

An image to live by, an image that kills 

There goes your fury, out the door 

Don't expect our respect anymore