At night the Baby Brotherhood and the Inter City Crew
fill their pockets up with calling cards
and paint their faces red, white and blue
Then they go out seeking different coloured faces
and anyone else that they can scare
And they salute the foes their fathers fought
by raising their right arms in the air
Oh look out my country's patriots are hunting down below
What do they know of England who only England know

From the stands of the Empire Stadium
come the heralds to the New Dark Age
With the simplicities of bigotry
And to whom all the world's a stage
These little John Bullshits know that the press
will glorify their feats
So that the general public fear them
and the authorities say give 'em all seats
And the wasted seed