Chorus: Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi
What a f**ing rip off, oi, oi, oi
Another threatening glance, another macho stance
Another aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed
Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained sweat
Another bottle waved in the air, another battle with tension and fear
Chorus
Tell me, why do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing better to give?
Why f** up the only chance to be yourself and really live?
You tell me you're a working cla** loser, well what the f** does that mean?
Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be the only action you've seen?
Are you gonna be one of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before
Muscles all akimbo as they boot down another door
Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in another head
When you're just a pathetic victim of the media you've been fed
You're lost in your own self pity, you've bought the system's lie
They box us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots they tie
Okay, so you're right about one thing, no-one's got the right to sh** on you
But what's the point of sh**ting on yourself, what's that gonna do?
Working cla** hero beats up middle cla** twit
Media labels, system's sh**
When it looks like the people could score a win
The system makes sure that the boot goes in
Yeah it's the greatest working cla** rip off, oi, oi, oi
Just another f**ing rip off, a f**ing media ploy
It's the greatest working cla** rip off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi
Punk attacked the barriers of colour, cla** and creed
But look at how it is right now, do you really think you're freed?
Punk once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and hate
Punk's got nothing to do with what you're trying to create
Anarchy, violence, chaos? You mindless f**ing jerks
Can't you see you're talking about the way the system works
Throughout our bloody history force has been the game
The message that you offer is just the f**ing same
You're puppets to the system with your mindless violent stance
That's right you f**ers, sneer at us cos we say "Give Peace A Chance"
Punk is dead you wa*kers, cos you k**ed it through and through
In your violent world of chaos, what you gonna do?
Is Top Of The Pops the way in which you show how much you care?
You take off now to the USA and spread your message there?
Well mouth and trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing
The only thing that'll ever change will be the song you sing
Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce car and your luxury Penthouse Flat
You'll be looking down your nose and saying "Punk, dear chap, what's that?"
You'll be the working cla** hero with your middle cla** dream
And the world will be the same as the world has always been
Punk's the people's music so you can stuff your ideas of cla**
That's just the way the system keep you sitting on your arse
Cla**, cla**, cla**, that's all you f**ing hear
Middle cla**, working cla**, I don't f**ing care
It's the greatest working cla** rip off, oi, oi, oi
What a f**ing rip off, oi, oi, oi
It's the greatest human sell off, oi, oi, oi
Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi
Punk's the peoples music and I don't care where they're from
Black or white, punk or skin, there ain't no right or wrong
We're all just human beings, some of us rotten, some of us good
You can stuff your false divisions cos together I know we could
Beat the system, beat its rule
Ain't got no cla**, I ain't a fool
Beat the system, beat its law
Ain't got no religion cos I know there's more
Beat the system, beat its game
Ain't got no colour, we're all the same
People, people, not colour, cla** or creed
Don't destroy the people, destroy their power and their greed