Disorder

Disorder here cause you're fucked

Wait it out

Those dirty blue boys lost again

They've got no style i write me own

Buying up bottle and precious stones

Burn the cops and renegades

Chaos

Don't give a fuck

Work your bayonet off your gun

Now why not smash his head down

Your client talk about rocking the boat

Well your guts don't seem to have had any luck

That bloke must have his fucking way

But we are nervous, but insane

The government are running scarred

The blues are bound to come in (one of)

These days

Grab your pay addict yourself

They bet your nothing by yourself

But one day we will have a say

But whatever happens you'd better beware

Disorder [repeat]