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]