Disorder here cause you're *******
Wait it out
Those dirty blue boys lost again
They've got no style i write me own
Buying up bottle and precious stones
Burn the cops and renegades
Disorder
Don't give a *******
Work your bayonet off your gun
Now why not smash his head down
Your client talk about rocking the boat
Well your guts don't seem to have had any luck
[repeat chorus ]
That bloke must have his ******* way
But we are nervous, but insane
The government are running scarred
The blues are bound to come in (one of)
These days
[repeat chorus ]
Grab your pay addict yourself
They bet your nothing by yourself
But one day we will have a say
But whatever happens you'd better beware
[repeat chorus]
Disorder [repeat]