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Lyrics
Verse 1
Raised on bricks and broken glass
Sirens screaming, people pass
Cold wind cutting through my coat
Streetlight flickers, throat stays dry
Worked all day for scraps of pay
Suit men talk and look away
Posters shouting what to think
Truth’s in sweat, not in ink
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Chorus
Boots on concrete, hear the sound
Working hearts that won’t back down
Streetborn voices, loud and clear
We stand tall — no kings here
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Verse 2
Politicians on TV
Talking how our lives should be
Never stood where we stand now
Never wiped that factory brow
They draw lines and feed the fight
Left and right just noise and hype
We don’t care for their debates
We just carry working weight
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Chorus
Boots on concrete, hear the sound
Working hearts that won’t back down
Streetborn voices, loud and clear
We stand tall — no kings here
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Bridge
Skinhead pride, shaved and strong
Not your puppet, not your pawn
Laces tight and spirit loud
Street’s our blood, we stand proud
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Final Chorus
Boots on concrete, pound the ground
This is where our truth is found
No silk suits, no silver spoon
Just us lads and working tune
Details
GeneratedFeb 16, 2026
Duration2:31
LanguageEnglish
Style
Oi!, East London, working class, skinheads
Credits
Prompt byOizone
ModelAria v5
