It's that summer of the evening
Get ready and roll the cassette
There's boys outside preaching genocide
And trying to think up some sort of threat
And the ladies in the cloakroom
Take no notice of me
I wish myself was back indoors
But there's nothing safe in watching TV

There's something born tomorrow
When I lost when I was out for a drink
How many gangs is it gonna take
To change the way I think?
It takes more than good intentions
And a big bloke at the door
It's never thе same after last time
That doеsn't stop 'em coming back for more

Fighting in the dance halls happens anyway
Sometimes it makes me stop and think
Sometimes it makes me turn away
Sometimes it makes me stop and think
Sometimes it makes me turn away
Sometimes it makes me stop and think
Sometimes it makes me turn away