You got no money and your feeling down. Can't find it when you want it around. You see that record and you want it so much. I'll think I'll take it and try my luck.
Street punk where you belong. They say their right you know their wrong. Bored on the street there's nothing to do. Everyday your taken for a fool. Reject you don't fit in.
Some say you cards were marked in advance. Gun in your hand and God on your side. a shot rang out on a London night. In a land where justice is a game.
So you come from the ghetto. Don't mean - you no good. Ain't sophisticated like they say you should. Years of being told that your bad as bad can be. Well stick your fucking rules.
Living on the darkside, drinking cheap cyanide. Spending my money before I get paid. Doing my best to make ends meet. Something to eat, something to drink.
News break on the radio. There's a helicoptor raid. We've got a kidnap victim on our hands. The reason why is so unclear. Afternoon - filled with fear.
Anarchy in the street. London town is burning again. The city's under siege. There's blood on the pavement. Soho has been defaced. Handcuffs, truncheon and mace.