Back with a bang, now!
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Do you remember in the summer
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Back in nineteen seventy-eight?
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When they reckoned that the skinhead's days were numbered
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And the papers dripped with liquid hate
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Being patriotic's not the fashion, so they said
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To fly your country's flags a crime
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Society tried it's best to kill you
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But the spirit lives until the end of time
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Back with a bang, now
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Back with the gang, now
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Back with a bang, now
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Back with the gang, now, 2... 3... 4...
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Reckoned every skinhead was a bad man
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Enough to make an honest man be sick
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And they filled the papers with this rubbish every day
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Never missed a dirty little trick
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And still today they keep on lying
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Four years on and they still ain't learned
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That the skinhead way of life is getting stronger every
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Day
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And we are never going to turn
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Back With A Bang
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| Bound For Glory |
