the last resort violence in our minds

I was walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine Looking for some aggro, just to pass the time We met this stupid hippy and he tried to run away But i punched him in the nose just to pass the time of day [Chorus] Great big boots, great long laces Our jeans held up with scarlet braces Get out of our way or get took for a ride We've just got violence in our minds Wake up in the morning, have me ready brek Drink me cup of Bovril and wring my mothers neck Strollinto town, beat a Soul Boy black and blue Put a fruit gum in the meter cos there's fuck all else to do [Chorus] We go to football matches, we always have a laugh Always get some bovver in, before the second half We have our selve a smashing time, we really have some fun Especially when the odds are ours 25 to 1, to 1