Cor blimey
Cor blimey guvnor i'm the big'un
cop an eyeful of this muscular arm
dealing out pain is my kind of fun
get my drift? i mean real harm
i like the sound of cracking bones
at the sight of blood i thrill
i like to listen to the agonised moans
as i go in for the kill
Tribal wars are raging
there's a battlefield in the street
there's games to play and hell to pay
when the rival tribal rebels meet
I'd rip anybody limb from limb, you see
chivvy 'em and shivvy 'em through
i'll simply do any bastard who ain't like me
there's no telling what, why and who
i ain't got a purpose and i don't give a fuck
i never asked for this life
if you're looking for reasons you're out of luck
i'll show you the point with my knife
Tribal wars are raging
no one's safe out on their own
the gangs are about and they scream and shout
so you'd better not be caught alone
I do it cos there ain't nothing else to do
there ain't nowhere'll let me in
i love to hate, to hurt, to screw
so i've destroyed every place where i've been
i smashed up the local so i can't get a beer
at the dancehall i chivvied up this bloke
left him with a smile cut from ear to ear
but the bleeder never got the joke
once had a bird but i put her up the spout
so i told her where she could get off
she cried a bit, said i was a lout
but if you're a man you've got to be tough
i used to go down the cafe for tea
but i put me boot through the door
so now it ain't open for the likes of me
and i'm back on the streets like before
Tribal wars are raging
our heroes are standing tall
but the truth of the matter
if you cut out the patter
is that pride comes before a fall
They can stand on their corner
with their violence and their hate
stand there and fester
till they've left it too late
to realise it's themselves that they've put there on the spot
cos they've wasted the one and only life that they've got
Tribal wars are raging
everyone's just acting out bad parts
hey there, big man, take a look at yourself
it's in the mirror that the real war starts