MOG

They're all looking 'round for the last gang in town
That tomorrow we might kill our brother
And they never say to one another
You better watch out for
The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
The white heart flipped the pocket dipped
But not the Zydeco kids from the high rise
'Cos a black sharp knife never slips

Skinhead gangs call out their name
Come on an' yell out, baby
The in crowd are into infighting
An' when some punk come looking for sound
Oh, come on, come on
In every street and every station
They're all looking 'round for the last gang in town
They're all looking 'round for the last gang in town
Of the last gang in town
They're all looking 'round
From another edge of London
And it's brawn against brain and knife against chain

They're all looking 'round
The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
Down from the edge of London
Though they can't be recognized
When some punk sees some rock-olla
Rastaferi goes to ground
The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
They're all comin' around
Yeah, come on, come on

Those old soul rebels are haingin' around
It's rock and roll all over
The sport of today is exciting
When you hear a cajun fiddle then you're nearly in the middle

Now, they're all looking 'round

The Rockabily rebels came
Meanwhile down in black town
The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs

Where are they now?

[Incomprehensible]
The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
But it's all young blood flowing down the drain
The crops hit the stiffs an' the spikes whipped the quiffs
Kids fight like different nations