The dockyard appears in the pale morning light
Praise for the drinking praise for the night
Morning has broken over the broken ones
Maybe we're wrong but we stick to our guns
'Cause we don't know better
Cheers to our fucked up past that we hate
Cheers to the future that we don't have
Cheap lousy booze is carrying us home
By the cold morning light we are alone again and
We won't find peace here
Anti-social Anti-all raised by the TV raised to fall
From rags to riches is what they say
But if one makes it up 10 000 will stay
Down on the ground where we kids are around
Down on the fucked up dirty streets I call home
It starts in the schools when they beat down on us
Just because we don't understand fucking plus
The pressure is crushing the souls of the soft
The cold hearted make it up to the top
And we won't fight back
But one day the dirt and hate from the streets
Will rage through your fucking brave new world
