Rebellion's in Session (Again)

Screaming from the tower block roars

Hopeful but never the same

Revolution spit through a stiff upper lip

Rebellion's in session again

Stop going on and on and on about holidays in the sun

And how great punk used to be

Desertion with my head held high is all it means to me

So why can't you see that your world is imagery?

We will stand our ground and fight 'til the end

And fuck your American dream

Running fast and getting nowhere

Working hard and fuck all left

Is this just meant to be?

Desertion with my head held high is what this means to me

This ain't a fucking show, I ain't no fucking actor

I don't perform, I won't conform

They tell you what's what, I'll tell you what's fucking not

It's a circus of shame, a fucking blame game