Knights of Denim

Out from the red-brick alleys

Through the dust of coal and steel

See their goblet lifted

Knights of denim

Iron-studded vest on leather

No pint nor bullocks spared

Holding all the aces

Knights of denim

Out from the forge and Iron-mills

Face the overlords

On the prowl - They call them

Knights of denim

Bursting inn like the cavalry

The day the devil came to town

Down the avenue, came the…

Knights of denim

Can… you hear them calling

The roar of the British hoards

From under steel-fist, and iron-rule you crawl

Here goes the dividing line

A benchmark for all to come

Out of the brickwork

Racing into no-mans’ land

We had to get out of there

There were nowhere else to run

On these streets of poison

That never saw the sun

       

Coming from the gutters

Grinding yellow teeth to the moon

Boys of ol’ Britannia

Knights of denim

We’ll pull no fuckin’ punches

You know, tomorrow might never come

Let it rip now…

Pay the devil later!

And, when you put on that cassette

Striking fire in your heart

Remember those names, set in steel

Knights of denim

On… to victory

Under steel skies – The blood of the kings

Take this night to raise those glasses high!

Dirt-poor and broken no more

Now we race amongst the flock

Iron in mind and steel in soul

There’s no more life to rot

‘Out of my fuckin’ way…’

Ride the metal-fever

Upon tides of shifting bones

Living on the straight and narrow, no more

Where is your bullet-belt?

Time to bare those iron bones

Like a perfect storm

Raging on and on…

‘Knights of Denim... Knights of Denim…’

The knights of denim

Stand firm to the bone

Oh don’t let go - No

Relentlessly rushing forth - And on and on…

‘Knights of Denim...’

Ride out now, knights of denim

Stand firm to the bone

Oh, don’t let go - No

Relentlessly rushing forth

To steel a new dawn

‘Knights of Denim... Knights of Denim…’

Can you make the cut

Time to call out the dogs

Hear them hounds baying for them now

There goes the dividing line

A benchmark for all to come

Out of the brickwork

Racing into no-mans’ land

We had to get out of there

There were nowhere else to run

On these streets of poison

That never saw the sun