On Repeat 12
Standing in a concert, Fists start to fly
Get a little out of hands - There´s no reason why
No asking question, blood starts to flow
Stick another boot in
Swing another blow
Violence Reigns Supreme
Off down the football, there´s trouble ahead
Defend what you hold dear, All thats in your head
Hear the police sirens - Hear the war cry
Stand for your colours, You´ll fight and die
Violence Reigns Supreme
Drinking in the boozer, Hear the smash of glass
Hey you ya basterds
Time to kick some ass
No thought of consequence, Alcohol is in control
Its a form of therapy that sooths the soul
GO!
It's all gone quiet over there
The seats, and the stands are bare,
But you remember not long ago,
All the times that we battled there.
The sun, it shines right on the gutter
And you remember that he was there,
And you should know, weren't too long ago,
That you grabbed him by his hair.
War on the terraces
War on the terraces
It was war on the terraces
War on the terraces
The local pub, it stands silent
Opening time will be soon
Remember the pints we sank
We sunk, they told us just what to do
Do you remember those wagons
They took us straight down the nick
And when you think back to it
Don't make you feel like a prick
War on the terraces
War on the terraces
It was war on the terraces
War on the terraces
So you look out on the terrace
And a smile it breaks your face
Cos soon the younger generation
Will be here to take your place
It's all gone quiet over there
The seats, and the stands are bare,
But you remember not long ago,
All the times that we battled there.
The sun, it shines right on the gutter
And you remember that he was there,
And you should know, weren't too long ago,
That you grabbed him by his hair.
War on the terraces
War on the terraces
It was war on the terraces
War on the terraces
The local pub, it stands silent
Opening time will be soon
Remember the pints we sank
We sunk, they told us just what to do
Do you remember those wagons
They took us straight down the nick
And when you think back to it
Don't make you feel like a prick
War on the terraces
War on the terraces
It was war on the terraces
War on the terraces
So you look out on the terrace
And a smile it breaks your face
Cos soon the younger generation
Will be here to take your place
This is where the good times went
With his brains lying on the pavement
With a broken bottle in his hand
And another in his back
Do you feel alright?
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Someone's gonna die tonight
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Do you feel alright?
Oi! Oi! Oi!
The Boys are out tonight!
Was it something that he said?
Or his football scarf now stained red
Or the broken bottle in his hand
You will never understand
With his brains lying on the pavement
With a broken bottle in his hand
And another in his back
Do you feel alright?
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Someone's gonna die tonight
Oi! Oi! Oi!
Do you feel alright?
Oi! Oi! Oi!
The Boys are out tonight!
Was it something that he said?
Or his football scarf now stained red
Or the broken bottle in his hand
You will never understand