Suburban Rebels

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