Staring At the Rude Boys

It's a very small world in the middle of a crowd

The room gets dark when the music gets loud

Treble cuts through, and the rhythm takes a bite

But there's no room to move 'cause the floor is packed tight

A voice shouts loud (We'll never surrender)

A voice in the crowd (Never surrender)

A hand in the clouds, flying propaganda

Never surrender, we'll never surrender

The skins in the corner are starin' at the bar

The rude boys are dancin' to some heavy, heavy ska

It's gettin' so hot, people drippin' with sweat

The punks in the corner are speeding like a jet

Staring at the rude boys, staring at the rude boys

Dancing with the rude boys, dancing with the rude boys

Staring at the rude boys, staring at the rude boys

A bunch of BMs march in on the DMs

And some stand there, saluting the air

They wanna be pirates, but the sea is not calm

Tattooed crossbows on their arm

A voice shouts loud (We'll never surrender)

A voice in the crowd (Never surrender)

Another head bow, flying propaganda, propaganda, propaganda

The lights come alive in a blinding flash

Dance floor clears as the victims clash

Everyone leaves when the heavies arrive

Someone hits the floor, someone takes a dive

Staring at the rude boys, staring at the rude boys

Dancing with the rude boys, dancing with the rude boys

Staring at the rude boys, staring at the rude boys

Staring at the rude boys, staring at the rude boys

Dancing with the rude boys, dancing with the rude boys

Staring at the rude boys, staring at the rude boys

We'll never surrender

We'll never surrender

We'll never surrender

We'll never surrender

(Never surrender) We'll never surrender

(Never surrender) We'll never surrender

Never surrender