Ruts Staring At The Rude Boys
It's a very small world in the middle of a crowd
the room gets dark when the music gets loud
treble cuts thru' when the rythmn takes the bite
but there's no room to move 'cause the floor is packed
tight
A voice shouts loud
'we'll never surrender'
A voice in the crowd
'Never surrender'
A hand in the crowds flying propaganda:
'Never surrender, we'll never surrender'
The skins in the corner are staring at the bar
the rude boys are dancing to some heavy heavy ska
it's getting so hot people are dripping with sweat
the punks in the corner are speeding like a jet
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys...
A bunch of peers march in on the DM's
with some standing there saluting the air
they wanna be pirates but the sea is not calm
tattooed crossbows on their arm
A voice shouts loud
'we'll never surrender'
A voice in the crowd
'Never surrender'
Another hand fly fly propaganda,
propaganda, propaganda
The lights come alive in a blinding flash
dance floor clears as the mutants clash
everyone leaves when the heavy's arrive
someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys...
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys...
(fighting)
we'll never surrender x 8
