Fascist pigs all around
always trying to bring us down
When u see a big fire in the night
Thats the punk and skins starting the fight
Boots marching up and down your street
While pigs get ready to beat
Pigs with batons ready to bash our skulls
While we march and chant our battle call
OI! OI! OI! is what we say
While the sky turns gray
we keep fighting hard and brave
Wanting to see them in a grave
Battle's over punks and skins united
Boots on my feet and brass on my knuckles
Waiting and wanting for another tussle