The bully boys are coming
There isn't long to go
The bully boys are on their way
Will the end be quick or slow?
Survival of the fittest
In the country of the sick
The bully boys are coming
Will the end be slow or quick?
Survival of the fittest
The enemy is fear
The bully boys are coming
Can it really happen here?
Pornography of violence
The dogs will have their day
The bully boys are coming
Machismo rules O.K.
But don't you cry my darlings
No don't you shed a tear
Just put on your black leather
The bully boys are here
No time to be a victim
When the enemy is fear
So put on your black leather
The bully boys are here
Overkill... Overkill... Overkill...
Overkill... Overkill... Overkill...
There isn't long to go
The bully boys are on their way
Will the end be quick or slow?
Survival of the fittest
In the country of the sick
The bully boys are coming
Will the end be slow or quick?
Survival of the fittest
The enemy is fear
The bully boys are coming
Can it really happen here?
Pornography of violence
The dogs will have their day
The bully boys are coming
Machismo rules O.K.
But don't you cry my darlings
No don't you shed a tear
Just put on your black leather
The bully boys are here
No time to be a victim
When the enemy is fear
So put on your black leather
The bully boys are here
Overkill... Overkill... Overkill...
Overkill... Overkill... Overkill...
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2017/11/9 - 10:29
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Scritta da Frances Sokolov, in arte Vi Subversa (1935-2016), cantante e chitarrista, fondatrice di questa anarcho-punk band di Brighton.
Quando parlava della violenza fascista, Vi Subversa sapeva bene di cosa stava parlando: era ebrea, figlia di rifugiati a Londra dall’Europa dell’est sotto il giogo hitleriano.
“Ma non piangere, non versare una lacrima, non è tempo di essere vittime. I picchiatori fascisti sono (di nuovo) qui, non ti resta che infilarti il tuo giubbotto nero e reagire...”