Lower Class Brats

Let's go out & cause some trouble Your among friends so don't be humble Let's go live life on the edge Not give a shit what anyone says [Chorus:] Smash it up Break it down Turn it on Spin it Around Throw it sideways Pull it down Push it out Do it aga

out here after dark out in the streets never trust anyone that you meet bullets fly by and people scream the lucky lie dead this aint no dream no, no, no doves fly here desperate kids take what you got doesnt really matter cuz it aint a lot bomb all

Kids on the streets doing what we do best Running rampant and looking sharp, leaving fuck all for the rest Killing time, killing time with a bottle in each hand Don't you know, well don't you know it's us, we're gonna run this land [Chorus:] Skins &

They come in droves trying to look mean Fake blue dreads and they're wearing baggy jeans They think they're cool, they think they're tough But we know better, they're just pups CH: Who writes your rules for rebellion? You'll buy anything that they're

Your innocence was sweet it really knocked me off my feet but you found another love now you dance to a dead beat you say he numbs the pain that warm rush through your vein you crack a little smile as you nod out again Youre shot- shot up and shot do

When you're down in screaming hell a place that I see every night same familiar faces always looking for a fight leery unchanged faces creating anarchy frustration from the other faces launching such insanity dance, dance, dance until you drop dance,

they laugh at us when we walk down the street ten of them with weapons man we're ganna get beat because orphans don't run from no one thats what we say orphans don't run from no one we ain't going away you better watch your step we just hang out and

you pub-crawl the bars and drink always push it to the brink i watch the streets late at night i see you get into fights Aggro minds they start to swarm they always crack and they dont warn dont let em push you around dont let em drag you down Dont l

Your image of beauty is a bit askew Brainwashing girls from the age of two You airbrushed playmates don't turn me on With collagen lips and silicone Tear, tear the heads Tear the heads off barbie dolls I would hate to have your plastic smile All dres

You know, everyone we know They all have their own drug Mine just happens to be punk music And drinkin' at the Pub [Chorus:] 'cause I, I, I, I'm addicted to Oi! I'm addicted to it With it I leave my troubles behind My problems are all gone I just scr