It's six in the morning and this corner's getting cold Occasional faces but they all look too old And all the others have gone safely back home Mystical moneyless or somewhere on their own And it's a gas They're searching around looking for someone to harass And they don't like your face Well you'd better run away or get out of this place And they're speeding their balls off getting nicked for petty crimes The clerk of the court says you're a problem of the times Probation officer he gives me his word Says he's on my side but he's a stupid bloody turd I couldn't care less As he babbles on to me about the way I'm in a mess You don't hurt me Well you may have a salary but at least I'm still free And sooner or later you know something's gonna come To get us off our feet and get us off our bum But until that day arrives we'll go back to our room Play the guitars though they're all out of tune And it's sod me sod you And sod the people who tell us what to do I know we're right So get up off the streets we're gonna need you tonight I said get up off the streets we're gonna need you tonight.