I'm sick of peace and quiet
All we want, riot, riot, riot
We don't need an excuse
All we need is pills and booze

See the coppers standing there
Riot shields, i don't care
Bovver boots and petrol bombs
They'll all run before too long

I'm sick and tired of this life
Nothing but trouble and strife
Lets hear the sound of running feet
Guns, drugs, fucking in the streets