Staring at the Rude Boys

it's a very small world in the middle of a crowd

the room gets dark when the music gets loud

the rudies want to groove

but there's no room to move 'cause the floor is packed tight

a voice shouts loud

"we'll never surrender"

a voice in the crowd

"we'll never surrender"

a hand in the air fight propaganda

never surrender, never surrender

skins in the corner staring at the bar

the room starts dancing to some heavy heavy ska

the room is so hot people dripping with sweat

the punks in the corner, screaming like

staring at the rude boys

staring at the rude boys

dancing with the rude boys

dancing with the rude boys

staring at the rude boys

a bunch of skins, marching on ten

while some stand there saluting the air (oi!)

they wanna be pirates but the sea is not calm

tattooed crossbows on their arm's

the lights come alive in a blinding flash

the dance floor clears as the mutants clash

everybody leaves as the heavy's arrive

someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive