Hate Of The City - Cockney Rejects

How can you tell if you’ve

Never been hit before

Company executives thread you

Into the floor

Well i ain’t taking it

I’don’t care what you say

There’s an open world out there

I’ve got to get away

This is, the hate of the city

This is, the hate of the city

I don’t want your pity

I’m trapped by the hate of the city

Mindless thousands are

Wearing three piece suits

While i get done for wearing

Steel capped boots

So work work you office jerk

I know you’re just like me

The only difference is you don’t care

And i just wanna be me

And i’m wondering, if you’re alright jack

I just want the chance

To put you on your back

This is, the hate of the city

This is, your world

This is, the place you live in

This is, the hate of the city

One- now listen to me

Two- and listen well

Three- i’m not useless

Four- because i can’t spell

Five- you can take us or leave us

Six — it’s up to you

Seven- it’s no skin off my back

Eight- so bollocks to you