Rockers stroll through the forgotten streets of "hardrock 'n' roll"
They feel bored when they haven't scored in the store where making money feels like harsh hardcore
They get wild when they see a child that's kept mild by a sadist asshole
'Don't fuck with the rockers from the dockers!' ,they shout to him oh so sore
By screamingly standing up for the weak they reach the peak of pure punky pleasure
When they hardly miss the bus where the bus driver is unwilling to discuss they get their coat trendy torn for free by the closed door
When they see police they tease by tickling them to the ground when they feel the sound of trashy tango torture
Indeed the rifles of the raw police can't be stopped by the roughest rockers who are even able to force every damn screwed floor
So it's the trick of the tail like Genesis once sung but these rockers even sing to the scorpion sting that make whole Sheffield trembing