The Russians are coming back
The world is black
You
Angry young voices cry, there's a new sun
Burning in the
sitting in a classroom looking into the sky
what am I
Our world is cut to pieces
We are endangered species
All this
Everywhere we go we get pushed around
But why what's our
I've got no money to pay my rent
When Friday comes
You don't like my hair
The clothes that I wear
You've got
she wrote dear john I love you but all good
The kids have the power in their hands
To venture out
Got my marching orders in the morning post
When I read
Walk tall walk proud walk the way that you choose
The
Forgotten youth just waste away
Sniffing glue to face the
Lying in my bed the thoughts are running through my
Oh when the punks go marching in, oh when the
Got my marching orders in the morning post
When I read
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