Disorder here cause you're f**ed
Wait it out
Those dirty blue boys lost again
They've got no style I write me own
Buying up bottle and precious stones
Burn the cops and renegades
Chaos
Chaos
Chaos
Don't give a f**
Work your bayonet off your gun
Now why not smash his head down
Your client talk about rocking the boat
Well your guts don't seem to have had any luck
[Repeat chorus]
That bloke must have his f**ing way
But we are nervous, but insane
The government are running scarred
The blues are bound to come in (one of)
These days
[Repeat chorus]
Grab your pay addict yourself
They bet your nothing by yourself
But one day we will have a say
But whatever happens you'd better beware
[Repeat chorus]
Disorder [repeat]