Secret Army - Flexhead lyrics

Pick the dole money up for another month He and his friends have no place to go Small town living, Gangland pride Rock'n'Roll will save his soul tonight Where there are broken dreams you have punks and skins Ready to fight to get what they need Alcohol weekends, do something, have fun Dead Eastern cities coming to life 'Cause he's a flexhead and he doesn't care He's a flexhead Tonight he's gonna drink with his friends When he was a child he wanted to be cool Painting a third stripe on his football shoes Now he is older everything has changed but ain't still nothing for those who are here There's a party going on and it's cold outside The stereo blasts a tune and he feels alright The snow is falling, the world is falling apart He and the boys will never give up