hooligans doin too much drinkin
political punx always thinkin'
outside on the kerb sinkin'
tryin to make sense of what happened here lastweek,
kid got stabbed in the neck,
someones mistaken
fuckin' whole scene was shaken'
sirens were wailin'
now he aint coming back
i said he aint ever comin back,
just a little kid leather jacket
much too big
always at the show man
never missed a gig
with an Op Ivy patch on his sleeve
as blood escaped his leather seams
over the phone his distraught mother screamed
leftalone to grieve
as the poor little punk struggled to breathe
i saw him here lastweek
with the punx the skins the freaks
no unity fuckin' nothin left for me
so il just sit on the kerb sinkin'
hooligans doin' too much drinkin'
political punx always thinkin'
but when it came too it nobody did nothin!!!
as the kid lay sufferin
i said nobody did nothin,
now aint that somethin' ?
they just did nothin, !
nothin!!!
