(Verse 1)

In the streets of London, in the dirty light of the street lamps,

The legend still lives, though the world wants to bury it.

Leather jacket, torn trousers,

With scars on his soul, but with fire in his hand.

(Chorus)

He's an old punk, he knows no fear,

Words like a hammer, they break the void.

He destroyed the cockney who betrayed his brothers,

Now he sings in the ruins of the old streets.

(Verse 2)

They say that the times of rebellion are long gone,

That revolution is only in books.

But he remembers and shouts louder,

Because that spark still burns in his heart.

(Repeated chorus)

(Bridge)

There are no more kings, no more lords,

Only noise, which stifles illusions.

And though the world changes, though the paint fades,

Punk lives on, and they fear.

(outro)

So when night falls over the dirty city,

He still sings, still howls in the wind.

Let everyone know, let them fear the ruler,

Old punk will never die, that's a fact.