Album: Something That I Said: Best of The Ruts
It's a very small world in the middle of a crowd
The room gets dark when the music gets loud
The trouble comes to school and the rude boys take the fight
But there's no room to move 'cause the floor is packed tight
A voice shouts loud, we'll never surrender
A voice in the crowd, never surrender
A hand in the clouds, fight propaganda
Never surrender, we'll never surrender
The skins in the corner, staring at the bar
The rude boys are dancing to some heavy, heavy ska
It's getting so hot, people dripping with sweat
The punks in the corner, screaming like a jet
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
A bunch of skins, marching on ten
While some stand there, saluting the air
They wanna be pirates but the sea is not calm
Tattooed crossbows on their arm
A voice shouts loud, we'll never surrender
A voice in the crowd, never surrender
Another hand up, my propaganda
Propaganda, propaganda
The lights come alive in a blinding flash
The dance floor clears as the mutants clash
Everyone leaves as the heavies arrive
Someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Dancing with the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
Staring at the rude boys
We'll never surrender
We'll never surrender
We'll never surrender...