This song seemingly tackles the methods of deception those who manipulate others use to get victims to follow their demands, as well as diverting attention away from important issues. They'll also use it as a means to convince people to hate or kill others by pretending acts of terrorism were committed by the enemy when the acts themselves were done by the masters of control to promote discrimination and hate. It also reinforces the idea that these manipulative forces operate in various locations, infiltrating everyday life without detection, and propagate any and everywhere.
In general, it highlights the danger of hidden agendas, manipulation, and distraction, serving as a critique of those who exploit chaos and confusion to control and gain power, depicting a cautionary tale against falling into their traps. It encourages us to question the narratives presented to us and remain vigilant against manipulation in various parts of society.
It's a very small world in the middle of a crowd
The room gets dark when the music gets loud
Treble cuts through' when the rhythm takes the bite
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 crowds flying propaganda,
"Never surrender, we'll never surrender"
The skins in the corner are staring at the bar
The rude boys are dancing to some heavy heavy ska
It's getting so hot people are dripping with sweat
The punks in the corner are speeding 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 peers march in on the DM's
With some standing there saluting the air
They want to 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 fly, fly propaganda,
Propaganda, propaganda
The lights come alive in a blinding flash
Dance floor clears as the mutants clash
Everyone leaves when the heavy's 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
[Repeat: x8]
We'll never surrender
The room gets dark when the music gets loud
Treble cuts through' when the rhythm takes the bite
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 crowds flying propaganda,
"Never surrender, we'll never surrender"
The skins in the corner are staring at the bar
The rude boys are dancing to some heavy heavy ska
It's getting so hot people are dripping with sweat
The punks in the corner are speeding 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 peers march in on the DM's
With some standing there saluting the air
They want to 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 fly, fly propaganda,
Propaganda, propaganda
The lights come alive in a blinding flash
Dance floor clears as the mutants clash
Everyone leaves when the heavy's 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
[Repeat: x8]
We'll never surrender
Lyrics submitted by Cosbynaut, edited by BlueDiamondx3, BoudiccaJones
Staring at the Rude Boys Lyrics as written by Jennings Fox
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Back in the late 70's it was very tribalistic. I remember going to discos where the kids were all split into different groups (by genre). This song seems to document the building tension between these groups - they coexist in an uneasy truce until the Doc Martin'ed politicos arrive (is tattooed crossbows a reference to swastkas ? - racial tension being a theme in Ruts songs) and the place erupts.
Treble cuts through' when the rhythm takes the bite - is a cool line ❤️
*...a bunch of BM's march on on th DM's. not peers ( BMs=skins, British Movement. DM's are obviously Dr Martens, punk wear usually
... tattooed CROSSBONES not cross bows ( you know...like...PIRATES?
... VICTIMS clash not mutants wtaf
... another head bowed not another hand fly....
Lost interest now, but this attempt at these lyrics are pitiful.
No point trying to remedy these ridiculous lyrics, they never change them