Tony only reads Asian Babes
Danny's doing doves 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 sonsAre 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 sonsAre 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 menCheating on the wives
All shiny suits and lazy lies
The young men insulting everyone
Picked up your sister, kicked your sonThe young men fighting 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