It's a very small world in the middle of a crowd
   the room gets dark when the music gets loud
   the rudies want to groove
   but there's no room to move 'cause the floor is packed tight
   a voice shouts loud
   "we'll never surrender"
   a voice in the crowd
   "we'll never surrender"
   a hand in the air fight propaganda
   never surrender , never surrender
   skins in the corner staring at the bar
   the room starts dancing to some heavy heavy ska
   the room is so hot people dripping with sweat
   the punks in the corner , screaming like
   staring at the rude boys
   staring at the rude boys
   dancing with the rude boys
   dancing with the rude boys
   staring at the rude boys
   a bunch of skins , marching on ten
   while some stand there saluting the air ( oi! )
   they wanna be pirates but the sea is not calm
   tattooed crossbows on their arm's
   the lights come alive in a blinding flash
   the dance floor clears as the mutants clash
   everybody leaves as the heavy's arrive
   someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive