Suburban Rebels lyrics

They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers

Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers

Flared blue jeans and anoracks

With yellow streaks all down their backs
Who act so tough when their on tv

But trendy wankers don't scare me

[Chorus:]

Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few

This is what we think of you

Surburban rebels playing at reds

You would be urban terrorists

You don't scare us with your badges and banners

You know fuck all about heavy manners

You're the middle class kiddies from public schools

Who write the slogans on the toilet walls

Like Tony Benn's clones in plastic masks

You wave a hammer and sickle, never Union Jacks

Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd

But when your alone you don't speak loud