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Back with a bang, now!

Do you remember in the summer

Back in nineteen seventy-eight?

When they reckoned that the skinhead's days were numbered

And the papers dripped with liquid hate

Being patriotic's not the fashion, so they said

To fly your country's flags a crime

Society tried it's best to kill you

But the spirit lives until the end of time

Back with a bang, now

Back with the gang, now

Back with a bang, now

Back with the gang, now, 2...3...4...

Reckoned every skinhead was a bad man

Enough to make an honest man be sick

And they filled the papers with this rubbish every day

Never missed a dirty little trick

And still today they keep on lying

Four years on and they still ain't learned

That the skinhead way of life is getting stronger every day

And we are never going to turn