in London, Berlin skinheads are movin´ in they got the songs, the boots and beer homegrown bigot every one a patriot just like we got over here when times get rough people ain´t got much they think you´re trying to take it away they look for a scapegoat throw him from the lifeboat he ain´t like us anyway and you´re damned if you do damned if you don´t no place for you in the middle of the road you´re walkin´ on a knife´s edge runnin´ for your life there ain´t no place for you tonight you´re a long way from home you´re got a long long way left to go
on a hot night a knife fight underneath a street light sounds like the same old song this front, that front nothin´ but a witchhunt send you back where you belong
and you´re damned if you do damned if you don´t no place for you in the middle of the road you´re walkin´ on a knife´s edge runnin´ for your life there ain´t no place for you tonight you´re a long way from home you´re got a long long way left to go
you´re a long way from home you´ve got a long way to go...