grab yourself a forty and let's head out to the show
there's gonna be some punk band, who it is fuck if we know
they play the music loud down here in our underground
we're skanking to the rhythm and we're thrashing to the sound
there's unity in music and our music never dies
we're the blood inside its veins and through us it'll stay alive
we're unity in motion and you know we'll never cease
this feeling is invincible, us kids we are diseased
all the punks say, all the punks say, all the punks say: oi! oi! oi!
all the punks say, all the punks say, all the punks say: oi! oi! oi!
unity, oh unity
how could we be so cliche?
another punk song about unity
another punk song about unity!
his duct-taped 80's chevrolet is fucking packed inside
with the windows down we blast "the crowd" and shout or rebel cries
we're fifteen miles down with only twenty left to go
yeah, in the back we're drunk as fuck and ready for the show
you see heat rising up from cracking blacktop city streets
see buildings start to crumble and collapse to the concrete
there's nothing but the sweat of a hundred bodies packed below
yeah, here we are we've come so far - ready, raring to go
all the punks say, all the punks say, all the punks say: oi! oi! oi!
all the punks say, all the punks say, all the punks say: oi! oi! oi!
unity, oh unity
how could we be so cliche?
another punk song about unity
another punk song about unity!
your life is spinning wild to an unproductive end you'd always thought that you had meant something but it's time you think again but when that music's playing loud, when your grinders hit that floor, when you see that brotherhood you know you're part of something more... (oi! oi! oi! oi! oi! oi! .... oi!)
