They're the sons and daughters of well off bankers
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Tom Robinsons' army of trendy wankers
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Flared blue jeans and anoracks
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With yellow streaks all down their backs
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Who act so tough when their on tv
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But trendy wankers don't scare me
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[Chorus:]
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Oi!, Oi! Oi! Chosen few
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This is what we think of you
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Surburban rebels playing at reds
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You would be urban terrorists
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You don't scare us with your badges and banners
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You know fuck all about heavy manners
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You're the middle class kiddies from public schools
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Who write the slogans on the toilet walls
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Like Tony Benn's clones in plastic masks
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You wave a hammer and sickle, never Union Jacks
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Got lots of mouth when your in a crowd
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But when your alone you don't speak loud
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Suburban Rebels
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| The Business |
