(Spoken Intro) "I wanna hear every boot hit this floor! They tried to steal our look... They tried to steal our streets... They tried to steal our history... But they don't own shit! The first skins stood shoulder to shoulder with working-class kids—black, white, immigrant, local—united by music, sweat, and loyalty. The fascists came later wearing stolen boots and borrowed hate. So tonight... We take it back! If you're here for racism— Get the fuck out! If you're here for unity... For punk... For Oi!... For standing against every Nazi bastard... Then raise your fists! This one's called 'Raise the Anti Flag!'" (Band crashes in) Verse 1 Steel-toe boots and a buzzcut shine, Working-class blood running through this spine. Braces tight and a bomber worn, Born in the gutter where pride was born. Punk in the heart, Oi! in the veins, Standing together through all the pain. They twisted symbols, poisoned the name, But every true skin spits on their game. Pre-Chorus You stole the fashion— Never the soul! You wear the uniform— But we've got control! Chorus Raise the flag! Black and red! Anti-fascist till we're dead! Raise the flag! Stand as one! Nazi scum—you fucking run! Oi! Oi! Oi! Hear us shout! This is what it's all about! Raise the flag! Hold the line! This scene is yours and this scene is mine! Verse 2 Docs are scuffed from miles of fights, Not for hate—but workers' rights. Shaved head, straight back, standing tall, United together—we answer the call. Ska and reggae started the beat, Punk rock thunder filled the streets. Different faces, one loud voice, Unity has always been the choice. Breakdown Who owns the streets?! WE DO! Who owns the scene?! WE DO! Who kicks Nazis out?! WE DO! NO PASARÁN! NO PASARÁN! NO PASARÁN! Bridge Don't judge a boot. Don't judge a shave. Judge the heart... Judge the brave! The real skinhead stands against hate. Protect your mates. Never discriminate. [Fast Guitar Solo: cord sliding] Final Chorus Raise the flag! Fly it high! Never let the truth fucking die! Raise the flag! Loud and proud! Hear ten thousand voices loud! Oi! Oi! Oi! Boots collide! Anti-fascist worldwide! Raise the flag! Till the end! Workers, punks, forever friends! Outro "The look? Clean-shaved head. Braces. Bomber jacket. Well-worn boots. Jeans turned up. Pride in your class. Respect for your mates. Not hate. The style was never theirs. Never was. Never will be. Good fucking night!"
