the last resort violence in our minds

I was walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine Looking for some aggro, just to pass the time We met this stupid hippy and he tried to run away But i punched him in the nose just to pass the time of day Chorus Great big boots, great long laces Our jeans held up with scarlet braces Get out of our way or get took for a ride We ve just got violence in our minds Wake up in the morning, have me ready brek Drink me cup of Bovril and wring my mothers neck Strollinto town, beat a Soul Boy black