Urban Guerilla lyrics

Khaki trousers, army boots Clothes worn by today's youth An unseen war without the crime Population growing all the time Fighting against their so-called masters Without the aid of bombs and plasters Mummy worrying, What shall we do Father says, Put 'em in a zoo Politicians blab the crap Vote for me, I'm a clever chap We know he's just a bore What the hell does he take us for We must fight their so-called schemes Put an end to their shit regime Come on, chaps, just join the call up: You're just one big fucking balls up