Staring At The Rude Boys

It's a very small world in the middle of a crowd
 the room gets dark when the music gets loud
 treble cuts thru' when the rythmn takes the bite
 but there's no room to move 'cause the floor is packed tight
 A voice shouts loud
 'we'll never surrender'
 A voice in the crowd
 'Never surrender'
 A hand in the crowds flying propaganda:
 'Never surrender, we'll never surrender'
 The skins in the corner are staring at the bar
 the rude boys are dancing to some heavy heavy ska
 it's getting so hot people are dripping with sweat
 the punks in the corner are speeding like a jet
 Staring at the rude boys
 Staring at the rude boys
 Dancing with the rude boys
 Dancing with the rude boys
 Staring at the rude boys
 Staring at the rude boys...
 A bunch of bms march in on the DM's
 with some standing there saluting the air
 they wanna be pirates but the sea is not calm
 tattooed crossbows on their arm
 A voice shouts loud
 'we'll never surrender'
 A voice in the crowd
 'Never surrender'
 Another hand fly fly propaganda
 propaganda, propaganda
 The lights come alive in a blinding flash
 dance floor clears as the victems clash
 everyone leaves when the heavy's arrive
 someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive
 Staring at the rude boys
 Staring at the rude boys
 Dancing with the rude boys
 Dancing with the rude boys
 Staring at the rude boys
 Staring at the rude boys...
 Staring at the rude boys
 Staring at the rude boys
 Dancing with the rude boys
 Dancing with the rude boys
 Staring at the rude boys
 Staring at the rude boys...
 (fighting)
 we'll never surrender x 8