There's something born tomorrow
Though it's never the same after the first time
And the ladies in the cloakroom
And trying to think up some sort of threat
There's boys outside preaching genocide
Take no notice of me
Fighting in the dance halls happens anyway
Sometimes it makes me stop and think
That I lost when I was out for a drink
Sometimes it makes me turn away
And a big bloke on the door
It takes more than good intentions
To change the way I think?
Sometimes it makes me stop and think
Sometimes it makes me turn away
Sometimes it makes me stop and think
I wish myself was back at home
That doesn't stop them coming back for more
How many gangs is it gonna take
But there's nothing safe in watching TV
