Skrewdriver – All Skrewed Up
1. Where’s It Gonna End?
2. Government Action
3. Backstreet Kids
4. Gotta Be Young
5. I Don’t Need Your Love
6. I Don´t Like You
7. Antisocial (1977)
8. (Too much) Confusion
9. 9 till 5
10. Jailbait
11. We Don’t Pose
12. The Only One
13. Won’t Get Fooled Again
Ain’t got much money, ain’t got no car, I don’t need transport, don’t travel far!
I don’t need friendships, I don’t need foes
It’s just the thing now, the way it goes!
But the thing that I love is to play on the stage every night
From the fade in the day ’til the black and the grey of the night!
I don’t need stardom, I don’t need fame, I make a living, it’s just the same!
Got no more money, some food and keep
My life’s revolves around stage and sleep
But the thing that I love is to play on the stage every night
From the fade in the day ’til the black and the grey of the night!
I’d like to know where it’s gonna end, Push me one way, and I won’t bend
But the thing that I love is to play on the stage every night
From the fade in the day ’til the black and the grey of the night!
What a drag, what a waste of time, Want more money or a life of crime?
Do as much work as an older man, He gets much more money than I ever can
Gimme some, government action! Gimme some, gimmie satisfaction!
Things are changing for the british kids, Gotta be old to get money
Can’t afford a drink so I gotta stay bored, Can’t afford a bed, gotta sleep on the floor
Gimme some, government action! Gimme some, gimmie satisfaction!
Gimme some, government action! Gimme some, gimmie satisfaction!
Backstreet kids, no future in sight, Backstreet kids, can’t see no light
Backstreet kids, no money too, Backstreet kids, well what you gonna do?
Cos you’re the backstreet kids! Street rats, alright
Backstreet kids, they got no aid!
Backstreet kids, they got no say!
Backstreet kids, don’t want to be
Backstreet kids, be in anarchy
Cos you’re the backstreet kids! Street rats, yeah
Backstreet kids, got nothin’ to do
Backstreet kids, got nothin’ new
Backstreet kids, just drink and fight
Backstreet kids, well that’s alright
Cos you’re the backstreet kids! Street rats, alright!
Nothing to do again, such a boring day, Sweet FA, what a day, it’s bugging me
It’s the same all the time, I’m just wasting life
Me and you, feel so blue, we gotta get away!
I don’t wanna be no middle-aged major
I don’t wanna be no middle-aged mod
Gotta be young now
I don’t wanna be no middle-aged major
I don’t wanna be no middle-aged mod
Gotta be young now
Tell me it’s not real ,change the way I feel
Get away, I wanna stay, it’s killing me
I don’t wanna be no middle-aged major
I don’t wanna be no middle-aged mod
Gotta be young now
I don’t wanna be no middle-aged major
I don’t wanna be no middle-aged mod
Gotta be young now
Gotta be young, yeah, I gotta be young now
Gotta be young, gotta be young, alright
Well I know what I want, but baby you do too
Well I don’t need your love, cause baby I need you
Well love don’t shine through the clouds above
I just want your body, I don’t need your love
Well when I get bored, got nothing to do
I ‘m gonna dial your number, I’m gonna ask for you
Well love don’t shine through the clouds above
I just want your body, I don’t need your love
Love, don’t need your love
Love, don’t need your love
Love, don’t need your love
Love, don’t need your love
Well love don’t shine through the clouds above
I just want your body, I don’t need your love!
1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – I don’t like you
Get a the job in the morning, time is going real slow
Singing a song on a ballad, boss is keeping me on the go
Sing a little blues at work now, Joe’s telling me that I’m insane
When I’m just doing one thing, boss just says do it again
And I say: I don’t like you! I don’t like you!
I don’t like you anymore!
1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8!
Shout that to keep of working, kick the boss right in the head
Other people giving me orders, try to make an easy raid
Now I made the break and I’m free now, playing in a rock’n’roll band
Playing rock ‘n’ roll music nothing is gonna keep us bound
And I say: I don’t like you!
I don’t like you! I don’t like you anymore
I don’t like you! I don’t like you!
I don’t like you anymore
1 – 2 – 3 – 4
I don’t like papers, reading books, gettin’ sick, think it sucks
I don’t wanna listen to another word, I’m so bleedin’ bored
I’m anti-social! Anti-social! Anti-social! I hate the world!
I don’t wanna go to work another day, I wanna be somebody
I don’t wanna wear no three piece suit, I don’t wanna family
I’m anti-social! Anti-social! Anti-social! I hate the world!
Walking on the streets, wondering what to do thinking of a job you like
I ain’t got no money or a set of wheels it’s a bloody drag
Looking at the posers and their flashy cars I’m just walking round
Parents asking for a kid, I ain’t gonna settle down
I’m anti-social! Anti-social! Anti-social! I hate the world!
All the councilors, in Blackpool, with their poxy cars, can just fuck off!
You’re much too old, to persecute us, bet your sick about the local publicity huh? Thank you!
Too much confusion! Too much confusion! Too much confusion, out there
Well can you hear those lying rats spouting shit, but ain’t to convincing
You know you can’t fool everybody, all the violence, all the reporters sniffing around
Tomorrow’s headlines, we all know who’s gonna get the blame, don’t we huh?
Too much confusion! Too much confusion! Too much confusion, out there!
There’s so many people, condemning me
They’re just trying to dictate, tell me what to think
Well I don’t need your prayers, I don’t need your write-ups and I don’t need your putdowns, so just go and mess with someone else’s life! Will ya?
Too much confusion! Too much confusion! Too much confusion, out there!
Another monday morning, another day
Come Friday evening, when you collect your pay
Like working from nine till five
Making a mess of my mind
I’m filing papers, in long grey drawers and my brain’s disintegrating, what a bore
Like working from nine till five
Making a mess of my mind
Well I do think civil servants and bankers are real wankers
Well the boss is knockin’ me, he said: “Come on quick!”
Well my temper’s rising, I said you make me sick
Like working from nine till five
Making a mess of my mind
Like working from nine till five
Making a mess of my mind
If you don’t get out of that, you want your head examined
Long blond hair, looks so good
Temptation, think I should
Jailbait, jailbait, my jailbait
No-one knows you’re sneaking out
Your old man would scream and shout
Jailbait, jailbait, my jailbait
Just because you’re just fifteen
They can’t guess the things you’ve seen
Jailbait, jailbait, my jailbait
They don’t want you getting pissed
enjoying things that they have missed
Jailbait, jailbait, my jailbait
We got new faces, we got somethin’ new
Yeah we’re all strangers and we’re playin’ for you
And just ‘cos we look different, and we wear different clothes
Just cos we look different: We don’t, we don’t pose
Well we ain’t bothered by the critics’ wit, they’re so funny writing shit
And just ‘cos we look different! And we wear different clothes
Just cos we look different: We don’t, we don’t pose
Well you can tell the old set too cool to clap, yeah we’re gonna cut through that posing crap
And just ‘cos we look different! And we wear different clothes
Just cos we look different: We don’t, we don’t pose
Never reckoned much to mixing, people always mess me ’round
Always looking out for favours, trying to bleed me into the ground
Cause I’m a, yeah I’m the loner baby, I’m the only one now
Right I’m the loner baby, Yeah, I’m moving on
People always criticising, telling me what I must do
I don’t want nobody’s advice, I ain’t gonna listen to you
Cause I’m a, yeah I’m the loner baby, I’m the only one now
Right I’m the loner baby, Yeah, I’m moving on
Like it much better when I’m on my own
I much prefer it when I’m all alone
I don’t like nobody ruining my peace
I don’t want nobody bugging me
Never trusted anybody, Never let nobody try
When somebody asks me questions I don’t never tell no lies
Cause I’m a, yeah I’m the loner baby, I’m the only one now
Right I’m the loner baby, Yeah, I’m moving on
Cause I’m a, yeah I’m the loner baby, I’m the only one now
Right I’m the loner baby, Yeah, I’m moving on
We’ll be fighting in the streets, with our children at our feet
And the morals that they worshipped will be gone
And the men who spurred us on, sit in judgement of all wrong
They decide and the shotgun sings the song
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution
Smilin’ free at the changes all around
Pick up my guitar and play, just like yesterday
When I get on my knees and pray, we don’t get fooled again
Move myself and my family aside, should we happen to get left out of line?
Smiling faces smile at the sky, I know that the hypnotized never lie
The change it had to come, we knew it all along
We were liberated from the foe’s old song
Now a pardon on the left, now a pardon on the right and the hell it grows shorter overnight
I’ll tip my hat to the new constitution
Take a bow for the new revolution, smilin’ free at the changes all around
Pick up my guitar and play, just like yesterday
When I get on my knees and pray! We don’t get fooled again
Meet the new boss, same as the old boss!