YOUNG MEN

Tony only reads Asian Babes
Danny’s doing doves down the raves
Terry drinks his money away
Oh god, and his sons play drums all day
On the scene, on the dole
In your eyes, in your soul
The young men, young men
You are the ones, are the scene
Are the sons, are the young men
Young men, Young men
Here we, here we go again
Les says punk isn’t dead
Mick is not impeccably bred
Paul he just can’t get out of bed
Oh god, and Phil’s still off his head
On the scene, on the dole
In your eyes, in your soul
The young men, young men
You are the ones, are the system
Are the sons, are the young men
Young men, young men
Here we, here we go again
On the scene, on the dole
In your eyes, in your soul
The young men, young men
You are the ones, Are the scene
Are the sons, are the young men
Cheating on the wives
All shiny suits and lazy lies
The young men, young men
Insulting everyone, picked up your sister
Kicked your son, the young men
Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets
Cash in the pubs, the young men
Boozing on the train, p-45's and cheap champagne
The young men, young men
Here we, here we go again