The 4-Skins

"Jack The Lad" Ringtone to your Cell


He'll do just about anything to get that bit of glory
He'll go out with his lads to make that headline story
The normal man in the clubhave no nees to worry
He'll make his name oh so quick make it in a hurry

Jack Jack Jack the lad they say he's mean
they say he's bad, Jack Jack Jack the lad

Do a shop and make it bold better still rob the old
He'll go in and rob teh till and make sure they'll
never get The Bill
A petty their, always been, never miss a chance you see
Be so hard and very cool never realised that he's just a fool

He's the type to rob your nan of the local paper
Goes out drinking with the boys and brags about his caper
Doesn't realise that he's a clown
I bet he's just one poor man
Due to spend the rest of his life
Wasting in the can

"A.c.a.b." Ringtone to your Cell


hangin around with my mates one night
WE got in a little fight
Geezer come with a knife in his fist
i got cut along with the wrist said

ACAB ACAB ACAB
All cops are bastards

Coppers come up & say what's the matter with you?
now they see what we can do
Next thing i knew i was in a cell
all my mates are in there as well

ACAB ACAB ACAB
All cops are bastards

i had a court date to plead my case
they had delight at the look in my face
they said we're gonna put you away
i said all i had to say

ACAB ACAB ACAB
All cops are bastards

"One Law For Them" Ringtone to your Cell


Go to football, throw a brick,
Get no mercy, months in nick
Riot in the ghetto, red alert,
Guilty free, innocent hurt

We've been warned of rivers of blood
See the trickle before the flood
Pretend nothing happened, make no fuss
One law for them, One for us

One law for them, One law for them,
One law for them, and another law for us

No fun, no homes, no job, no use
what else is used as an excuse
Families fighting, familes looting
next theres death, then theres shooting

One law for them, One law for them,
One law for them, and another law for us

Riots in London, blame Old Bill
We've been lucky no ones killed
Violence on the streets, more to follow
Freedom for those freedom fighters

One law for them, One law for them,
One law for them, and another law for us

"Chaos" Ringtone to your Cell


Do you remember in 1969?
Seeing all the skinheads standing in a line
Foaming at the mouth, Waiting for a fight
High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin sight

Come back of the skinhead
come back of the boot
People that we don't beat up
We're gonna fucking shoot
We are the new breed, we will have our say
we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die

Trouble east London
Trouble in the street
On the street corners
Where the gang still meets
Talking about the weekend
What they're gonna do?
If you aint careful
They are gonna do you!

Come back of the skinhead
come back of the boot
People that we don't beat up
We're gonna fucking shoot
We are the new breed, we will have our say
we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die

Chaos in the city
Civil war now
Skinheads taking over
Like skinheads know how
Skinhead with his boots on
Nobodys fool
Skinheads taking over
Chaos is the rule!
Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss
Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss!

Do you remember in 1969?
Seeing all the skinheads standing in a line
Foaming at the mouth, Waiting for a fight
High boots, cropped hair, what a fuckin sight

Come back of the skinhead
come back of the boot
People that we don't beat up
We're gonna fucking shoot
We are the new breed, we will have our say
we are the new breed, we ain't gonna die

Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss
Chaos, chaos, chaos - dont give a toss!

"Clockwork Skinhead" Ringtone to your Cell


Wearing braces, the red, white, and blue
doing what he thinks he ought to do
Used to be a punk and a mod too
Or is it just a phase he's going through

He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead
Clockwork skinhead- got no choice
He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead
clockwork skinhead-One of the boys

Take him to the pub, buy him a beer
Tell him what he wants to hear
Wind him up like clockwork toy
wants to be a man but he's just a boy

He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead
Clockwork skinhead- got no choice
He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead
clockwork skinhead-One of the boys

Believes everything the papers say
What's he gonna be today
What is it hip to be
Will he be himself or will he copy me?

He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead
Clockwork skinhead- got no choice
He's a Clockwork skinhead, just a clockwork skinhead
clockwork skinhead-One of the boys

"1984" Ringtone to your Cell


Britains in trouble, countrys bled dry
handicapped and eldery have all gotta die
no one fights the system, fight with each other
the combine is laughing, scared of big brother

What are we gonna get
What are we gonna get
What are we gonna get
in 1984

Rats leave the sinking ship, theyve got their money made
third world countries, sending us aid
people queue up just to get their ration
not the birth, but the death of a nation

What are we gonna get
What are we gonna get
What are we gonna get
in 1984

Will there be some heroes,into 85
when the bomb is dropped,and how do you stay alive
Orwell said it all, he looked the future in the face
Giant test tube babies,build a brand new race

What are we gonna get
What are we gonna get
What are we gonna get
in 1984

"Plastic Gangsters" Ringtone to your Cell


I come from south London I think I'm cool
I wear a cheap crombie and that's about all
I go down the pub with all the lads
Their wearing their chains that they got from their dads
But all I got was a rotten cheap chain
My wife's got in debt with the club book again

I'm a plastic gangster
They call me a crown and anchor

I asked one of my mates to get me some books
About the East End their gangs and their crooks
I bought a cheap car from one of the lads
He got it cheap from his car dealing dad
I'm in my new car, I'm driving it home
The next thing I know the engine has blown

I went down the West End, the local was drag
I had to pay a tenner to go with some bag
I took her home to her place I gave her some stick
The next thing I know the old bag was sick

I stay at home on Thursdays, minders on TV
I'm learning Cockney rhyming slang of to a tee
So when I go out on Fridays I know what to say
I wish I was like Arthur and get my own way.

"Sorry" Ringtone to your Cell


I won't say sorry for what i've done
I won't say sorry for having fun
I won't take the blame
No i ain't gonna be ashamed
Won't say sorry for what i've done
I don't say sorry to anyone

[Chorus]
Shout it out
Shout it out
I don't give a damn cos im proud of what i am
Shout it out
Shout it out
I don't give a damn 'cos i'm proud of what i am
I don't give a damn 'cos i'm proud of what i am

I won't say sorry to you
If you think i will you know what you can do
I won't apologise
and i won't put up with any of you lies
I won't say sorry to you
You can stuff that up your asshole too

[Chorus x3]

I won't say sorry for what i act
I won't say sorry for the manners i lack
I won't say sorry at all
I won't say sorry 'cos it makes me feel small
I won't say sorry for the way i act
I won't say sorry and thats a fact

"Wonderful World" Ringtone to your Cell


Just left school cant find no work
Be a building labourer or an office clerk
Cant believe the men youve seen
On the scrapheap and youre only 17

What a wonderful world
What a wonderful world this is

Standing on the corner waiting for a bus
Old Bill come and try to nick you for SUS
You try tell them that youve done nothing wrong
They tell you not to sing the same song

What a wonderful world
What a wonderful world this is

Standing in the pub on your own for the night
Group of nutters try to pick a fight
You can try and plead for your life
Theyre still cut you with a fucking great knife

What a wonderful world
What a wonderful world this is

"Evil" Ringtone to your Cell


I like breaking arms and legs
snapping spines and wringing necks
now i'll knife you in the back
Kick your bones until they crack

I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil
Evil, evil, evil, evil

Jump up and down upon your head
Kick you around 'til your dead
Fill your body full of lead
See the roads turn to red

I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil
Evil, evil, evil, evil

I don't like trendy cunts who pose
Gonna punch you in the Nose
Stick my Marten in your crotch
Don't like you, you're too much

I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil
Evil, evil, evil, evil

I'm Evil, evil, evil, evil
Evil, evil, evil, evil

"I Don't Wanna Die" Ringtone to your Cell


i dont wanna die in world war 3.
i dont wanna take one for the team.
i dont wanna hear that 4 minute warning.
i just wanna have brekky when i get up in the morning.

i i i dont wanna die
i i i dont wanna die

you can ask the reason why.
and i wont tell a lie.

i i i dont wanna die
i i i dont wanna die

i dont wanna die in a front line army.
i fink the generals are all barmy.
id rather go and live in a cave.
i aint gonna fight cause i aint brave.

i i i dont wanna die
i i i dont wanna die

you can ask the reason why.
and i wont tell a lie.

i i i dont wanna die
i i i dont wanna die

i dont wanna die in a nuclear war.
id rather stay home and wipe the floor.
i dont wanna get blown to bits.
i like my life and the way it is.

i i i dont wanna die
i i i dont wanna die

you can ask the reason why.
and i wont tell a lie.

i i i dont wanna die
i i i dont wanna die

i i i dont wanna die
i i i dont wanna die

you can ask the reason why.
and i wont tell a lie.

i i i dont wanna die
i i i dont wanna die

"Yesterday's Heroes" Ringtone to your Cell


From the cradle to the grave
The Oi Boy trying to be brave
Show he's going to everyone
From his birth to his death
Got to prove that he's the best
Don't even mean it's got to me done

But he's yesterday's hero
Yesterday's hero in every way
Yesterday's hero
Yesterday's hero is forgotten today

Wants to try his hand at pop
Have a record at the top
All these records are lots of fun
Concerts city style
They all make you smile
Ain't it all a load of fun?

On telly every day
Copied in every way
Fans ask for an autograph
Some kind of superman
Photographs for a fan
Don't it all make yer laugh?