Tom Robinson Band - You Gotta Survive lyrics

Three boys working on a slave gang Chained in the cottage at night k**ed the overseer, broke down the door Now they gonna shoot us on sight Night time sticking to the 'B' roads Hiding from the men with the guns Hitting the ditches Everytime somebody comes Every single house has been looted Every single city's been burned Every can of food has been opened Every single stone has been turned Found this Parka on a deadman Jamie got a couple of knives Countryside crawling with maniacs You gotta survive Carrion crows on the motorway Old woman dying of the plague She cried 'put me out of my misery' Charlie had to give her his blade Streets full of slavers on the rampage Wild boys running by the score Weeks without eating Can't carry on anymore