Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!... Oi you little dosser, what are you gonna do?
You're hanging around the station with a young blonde to screw
You abuse all the passers-by 'til one of 'em catches your eye
Wolves in a pack, a quick attack, you've killed someone - no turning back
What have you dont? You're up for murder...

Oblivion Generation... Oi!

Now you little fuckwit... you're not going to school
You think that you're acting well 'ard, but you're playing the fool
Now you're old, you're in the cold, like your old man you're on the dole
Living on a big estate just like your mum - a fucking state
What have you got? You've got nothing...

Oblibion Generation... Oi!

Now you're out of prison what are you gonna do?
You're back to your thieving ways - you've got nothing else, nothing to do
Your whole life has been a travesty
Yer going back on holiday care of Her Majesty

Olivion Generation... Oi!

Oblibion Generation... Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!

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