Staring at the Rude Boys (The Ruts)

It's a very small world in the middle of a crowd the room gets dark when the music gets loud treble cuts thru' when the rythmn takes the bite but there's no room to move 'cause the floor is packed tight A voice shouts loud 'we'll never surrender' A voice in the crowd 'Never surrender' A hand in the crowds flying propaganda: 'Never surrender, we'll never surrender' The skins in the corner are staring at the bar the rude boys are dancing to some heavy heavy ska it's getting so hot people are dripping with sweat the punks in the corner are speeding like a jet Staring at the rude boys Staring at the rude boys Dancing with the rude boys Dancing with the rude boys Staring at the rude boys Staring at the rude boys... A bunch of peers march in on the DM's with some standing there saluting the air they wanna be pirates but the sea is not calm tattooed crossbows on their arm A voice shouts loud 'we'll never surrender' A voice in the crowd 'Never surrender' Another hand fly fly propaganda, propaganda, propaganda The lights come alive in a blinding flash dance floor clears as the mutants clash everyone leaves when the heavy's arrive someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive Staring at the rude boys Staring at the rude boys Dancing with the rude boys Dancing with the rude boys Staring at the rude boys Staring at the rude boys... Staring at the rude boys Staring at the rude boys Dancing with the rude boys Dancing with the rude boys Staring at the rude boys Staring at the rude boys... (fighting) we'll never surrender x 8