Boots on Concrete

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