We were in the corner, the Clanduff by the door   On opposite sides of the dance hall, staring across the floor   The lights go out, the fists fly in, it's the usual Friday scene   Because adrenalin is the strongest drug that there has ever been    There's this funny little bloke asking all these questions writing down what we say   So we wound him up like a clockwork dog and we watched him trotting away   Two weeks later there's a feature in the paper called 'Britain's Urban Shame'   It's got the teenage thugs of the new estates with our photographs and names       Ch: So we cut our hair to prove it   And we wore the clothes to prove it   And we armed ourselves to prove it   And we chose our place to prove it   And we danced that way to prove it   And we made ourselves believe it   Until all the world believed it   Until even you believed it      And I was just a little part but I felt the wheels turning   And these are all just little flames but the whole damn city's burning    Now that we were famous they watched everything that we did   We were the villains of the neighbourhood, heroes to all the kids   And even when that old bloke died we pretended that nothing was changed   We just broke the silence with some stupid song and went on with the stupid game       Ch: Yes, we cut our hair to prove it...