Let The Boots Do The Talking Songtext / Lyric

Oi!

A child is burnt to death

By nazis on the street

A man is stabbed and scarred for life

Yet you say they've a right to put their views



What is this liberal rubbish?

Are you some kind of mug?

Don't talk to me of "free speech"

For murdering fascist thugs



We remember Mosley

And how Cable Street folk fought him

When we see the fash

We let the boots do the talking






Some think they'll be halted

By spouting a lot of hot air

Others think you can stop them

By waving a yellow lollipop in the air



But we remember Mosley

And how Cable Street folk fought him

When we see the fash

We let the boots do the talking



Punks and sabs and travellers

And hippies and ravers too

They'd build another Auschwitz

This time for me and you



But we ain't gonna take this

From some bonehead in the "master race"

He won't be mastering anything

With a vegan steelie in his face!