Cries of anarchy, cries of freedom Cries of fury in the United Kingdom Started out loud, started out young Started out poor and just for fun Tales of youth fighting back Just another load of crap The clothes you wear have lost their sting So's the fury in the songs you sing Walking with a goose-step, rose up high Making sure you're seen in the public eye You're acting mean, you're acting tough You should have been happy with just enough A loaded pistol at your head You won't be satisfied till you're dead Playing your game, apparent cheap thrills An image to live by, an image that kills There goes your fury, out the door Don't expect our respect anymore