Tony only reads Asian babes
Danny's doing doves on down the raves
Terry drinks his money away
Oh God and his sons play drums all dayOn the scene on the dole in your eyes in your soul
The young men
You are the ones are the scene are the sons are the young men
Young men here we here we go againLes says punk isn't dead
Mick is not impeccably bred
Paul he just can't get out of bed
Oh God and Phil's still off his headOn the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul,
The young men
You are the ones, are the system, are the sons, are the young men
Young men, here we, here we go againOn the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men
You are the ones, are the scene, are the young men
Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and lazy lies, the young men
Insulting everyone, picked up your sister, kicked your son, the young menFighting in the clubs, flash on the streets, cash in the pubs, the young men
Boozing on the train, p-45's and cheap champagne -- the young men
Songwriters
ANDERSON, BRETT / OAKES, RICHARDPublished by
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