Mistreat Suburban Rebels Lyrics

Oi!

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.

Oi! Oi! Oi! The chosen few - This is what we think of
you. Oi! Oi! Oi! The 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 f*ck all about heavy manners.

Oi! Oi!

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.

Oi! Oi! Oi! The chosen few - This is what we think of
you. Oi! Oi! Oi! The 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 f*ck all about heavy manners.

Oi! Oi!