It's that summer of the evening   Get ready and roll the cassette   There's boys outside preaching genocide   And trying to think up some sort of threat   And the ladies in the cloakroom   Take no notice of me   I wish myself was back at home   But there's nothing safe in watching tv      There's something born tomorrow   That i lost when i was out for a drink   How many gangs is it gonna take   To change the way i think   It takes more than good intentions   And a big bloke on the door   And though it's never the same after the first time   That doesn't stop them coming back for more      Fighting in the dance halls happens anyway   Sometimes it makes me stop and think   Sometimes it makes me turn away   Sometimes it makes me stop and think   Sometimes it makes me turn away   Sometimes it makes me stop and think   But most times it makes me run away