What Anarchy In The UK is about
An original Venom Sons song, not a cover. It sets protesters and police on the same cold, rainy street, both with bills they can't pay, and asks who profits when they turn on each other: "Different hoods, same rain."
Anarchy In The UK lyrics
Black hoods under a bruised night sky
Blue lights cutting through tired eyes
Rain runs black down a boarded shop
Boots hit puddles and the traffic stops
Someone’s brother behind that shield
Someone’s daughter with a wound unhealed
Two hard lines on the same cold street
Both got bills that they cannot meet
There’s a man upstairs with the curtains drawn
He’ll count the damage when the cameras’ gone
We scream till our throats taste blood
He never gets his shoes in the mud
Anarchy in the uk
Black hoods in the pouring rain
They feed the fire, then sell the fear
We’re left choking on it here
Anarchy in the uk
Who gets paid when we break
We’re fighting shadows in the street
While the bastards turn up the heat
They gave us names and a side to choose
A face to blame on the evening news
One crowd red and another blue
Same cold hunger running through
The march turns left by the shuttered bank
Past the place where our wages sank
They closed the ward and they sold the land
Now they ask why we’re clenching hands
Every banner has a different cry
Every rooftop sees the same grey sky
They keep us staring across the road
Never at the hands that carved the wound
Anarchy in the uk
Black hoods in the pouring rain
They feed the fire, then sell the fear
We’re left choking on it here
Anarchy in the uk
Who gets paid when we break
We’re fighting shadows in the street
While the bastards turn up the heat
They need our faces twisted tight
A perfect clip for tomorrow night
Ten thousand voices, cut to one
A burning bin and the story’s done
They crop the nurse out of the frame
Keep the fist and forget the name
Leave the empty cupboards unseen
Put another riot on the screen
Who shut the factory
Who sold the homes
who left the whole damn street to rot alone
WHO LEFT THE WHOLE DAMN STREET TO ROT ALONE
Different hoods
Same rain
Different flags
Same pain
Anarchy in the UK
Black hoods in the pouring rain
We see the strings, we see the stage
We see who’s trading in our rage
Anarchy in the UK
You don’t get to choose our hate
We know who lives across the street
We know who never feels the heat
Black hoods
Cold dawn
The cameras leave
But we live on