[Intro: shouted count-in + two bars of guitar] One two three four! [Verse 1] No future in the old machine, Three chords and a nasty dream, Leather and spit on a dirty stage, Tear the poster off the page... [Chorus] No future anthem, loud and fast, This is the present — it won’t last, Burn the flag and kick the crown, We’re the kings of this dead-end town! [Verse 2] Career opportunities? Get in line, Blank generation running out of time, Anarchy needs a better name, But the rage still feels the same... [Chorus] No future anthem, loud and fast, This is the present — it won’t last, Burn the flag and kick the crown, We’re the kings of this dead-end town! [Bridge: shouted, half-spoken, drums and guitar only] No future… no future… no future for you! No future… no future… no future for you! [Final Chorus — bigger, more gang vocals] No future anthem, loud and fast, This is the present — it won’t last, Burn the flag and kick the crown, We’re the kings of this dead-end town! [Outro: repeating “No future!” shouts over driving guitars, then sudden hard stop]
