Oi you lot with your flags so high Marching round on a bed of lies You think you're strong but you're hollow inside (You're hollow inside) With your hate you choke the air we breathe Your twisted pride is your disease Fascist scum you better run Oi oi oi here we come Fists in the air hearts on fire You’re a matchstick we’re the pyre Skulls are thick but your hearts are thin Big boots on but you’ll never win You preach your hate but it’s all for show (It’s all for show) We’ll tear your walls and your flags apart We’ve got the power we’ve got the heart Fascist scum you better run Oi oi oi here we come Fists in the air hearts on fire You’re a matchstick we’re the pyre Oi oi oi the streets will roar We’ll kick you out we’ll slam the door No place for hate no place for fear (We’re still here) Your time is up the tide has turned Your twisted ways will all be burned Fascist scum you better run Oi oi oi here we come Fists in the air hearts on fire You’re a matchstick we’re the pyre
