All the Young Punks (New Boots and Contracts)

I was hanging about down the market street

I spent a lot of time on my feet

When I saw some passing yobbos

An' we did chance to speak

Well I knew how to sing y'know

An' they knew how to pose

An' one of 'em had a Les Paul

Heart attack machine

All the young punks

Laugh your life cos there ain't much to cry for

All you young cunts

Live it now cos there ain't much to die for

Everybody wants to bum a ride

On the rock 'n' roller coaster

We went out and got our name

In small print on the posters

'Course we got a manager

And though he ain't the mafia

A contract is a contract

When they got em out on yer

All the young punks

Laugh your life cos there ain't much to cry for

All you young cunts

Live it now cos there ain't much to die for

Drag yourself to work

Drug yourself to sleep

You're dead from the neck up

By the middle of the week

Face front we got the future

Shining like a piece of gold

But I swear as we get closer

It looks more like a lump of coal

But it's better than some factory

Thats no place to waste your youth

I worked there for a week once

But luckily I got the boot

All the young punks

Laugh your life cos there ain't much to cry for

All you young cunts

Live it now cos there ain't much to die fo