I`m sick of peace and quiet
all we want, riot, riot, riot
we don`t need an excuse
all we need is pills and booze
see the coppers standing there
riot shields, I don`t care
bovver boots and petrol bombs
they`ll all run before too long
I`m sick and tired of this life
nothing but trouble and strife
lets hear the sound of running feet
guns, drugs, fucking in the streets