Oi you lot with your flags so high

Marching round on a bed of lies

You think you're strong but you're hollow inside

(You're hollow inside)

With your hate you choke the air we breathe

Your twisted pride is your disease

Fascist scum you better run

Oi oi oi here we come

Fists in the air hearts on fire

You’re a matchstick we’re the pyre

Skulls are thick but your hearts are thin

Big boots on but you’ll never win

You preach your hate but it’s all for show

(It’s all for show)

We’ll tear your walls and your flags apart

We’ve got the power we’ve got the heart

Fascist scum you better run

Oi oi oi here we come

Fists in the air hearts on fire

You’re a matchstick we’re the pyre

Oi oi oi the streets will roar

We’ll kick you out we’ll slam the door

No place for hate no place for fear

(We’re still here)

Your time is up the tide has turned

Your twisted ways will all be burned

Fascist scum you better run

Oi oi oi here we come

Fists in the air hearts on fire

You’re a matchstick we’re the pyre