Chorus: Ain't it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi Ain't
it just a rip of, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip
of, oi, oi, oi What a fucking rip off, oi, oi, oi
Another threatening glance, another macho stance
Another aggressive fist, another arsehole pissed
Another vicious threat, a stream of blood stained
sweat Another bottle waved in the air, another
battle with tension and fear Chorus Tell me, why
do you glorify violence? Ain't there nothing
better to give? Why fuck up the only chance to be
yourself and really live? You tell me you're a
working class loser, well what the fuck does that
mean? Is the weekly fight at the boozer gonna be
the only action you've seen? Are you gonna be one
of the big boys, well, we've seen it all before
Muscles all akimbo as they boot down another door
Will you see yourself as the hero as you boot in
another head When you're just a pathetic victim of
the media you've been fed You're lost in your own
self pity, you've bought the system's lie They box
us up and sit pretty as we struggle with the knots
they tie Okay, so you're right about one thing,
no-one's got the right to shit on you But what's
the point of shitting on yourself, what's that
gonna do? Working class hero beats up middle class
twit Media labels, system's shit When it looks
like the people could score a win The system makes
sure that the boot goes in Yeah it's the greatest
working class rip off, oi, oi, oi Just another
fucking rip off, a fucking media ploy It's the
greatest working class rip off, oi, oi, oi Ain't
it just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, ain't
it just a rip off, oi Punk attacked the barriers
of colour, class and creed But look at how it is
right now, do you really think you're freed? Punk
once stood for freedom, not violence, greed and
hate Punk's got nothing to do with what you're
trying to create Anarchy, violence, chaos? You
mindless fucking jerks Can't you see you're
talking about the way the system works Throughout
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message that you offer is just the fucking same
You're puppets to the system with your mindless
violent stance That's right you fuckers, sneer at
us cos we say "Give Peace A Chance" Punk is dead
you wankers, cos you killed it through and through
In your violent world of chaos, what you gonna do?
Is Top Of The Pops the way in which you show how
much you care? You take off now to the USA and
spread your message there? Well mouth and
trousers, sonny boy, never changed a thing The
only thing that'll ever change will be the song
you sing Cos when you've bought your Rolls Royce
car and your luxury Penthouse Flat You'll be
looking down your nose and saying "Punk, dear
chap, what's that?" You'll be the working class
hero with your middle class dream And the world
will be the same as the world has always been
Punk's the people's music so you can stuff your
ideas of class That's just the way the system keep
you sitting on your arse Class, class, class,
that's all you fucking hear Middle class, working
class, I don't fucking care It's the greatest
working class rip off, oi, oi, oi What a fucking
rip off, oi, oi, oi It's the greatest human sell
off, oi, oi, oi Ain't it just a rip off, ain't it
just a rip off, ain't it just a rip off, oi Punk's
the peoples music and I don't care where they're
from Black or white, punk or skin, there ain't no
right or wrong We're all just human beings, some
of us rotten, some of us good You can stuff your
false divisions cos together I know we could Beat
the system, beat its rule Ain't got no class, I
ain't a fool Beat the system, beat its law Ain't
got no religion cos I know there's more Beat the
system, beat its game Ain't got no colour, we're
all the same People, people, not colour, class or
creed Don't destroy the people, destroy their
power and their greed