It's a very small world in the middle of a crowd    The room gets dark when the music gets loud    The trouble comes to school and the rude boys take the fight    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, never surrender    A hand in the clouds, fight propaganda    Never surrender, we'll never surrender    The skins in the corner, staring at the bar    The rude boys are dancing to some heavy, heavy ska    It's getting so hot, people dripping with sweat    The punks in the corner, screaming like a jet   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   Staring at the rude boys    A bunch of skins, marching on ten    While some stand there, saluting the air    They wanna be pirates but the sea is not calm    Tattooed crossbows on their arm    A voice shouts loud, we'll never surrender    A voice in the crowd, never surrender    Another hand up, my propaganda   Propaganda, propaganda   The lights come alive in a blinding flash    The dance floor clears as the mutants clash    Everyone leaves as the heavies arrive    Someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive   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   Staring at the rude boys   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   Staring at the rude boys   We'll never surrender   We'll never surrender   We'll never surrender...