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It's a very small world in the middle of a crowd
The room gets dark when the music gets loud
Treble cuts through when the rhythm takes a bite
No room to move 'cause the boys pack tight
A voice shouts loud
We'll never surrender
The voice in the crowd
Never surrender
Another head bowed by propaganda
Never surrender
We'll never surrender
The skins in the corner are standing at the bar
The rude boys are dancing to some heavy, heavy ska
It's getting so hot, people dripping 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 PMs marching on TM
Some stand there saluting the air
They wanna be pirates but the sea's not calm
Tattooed crossbones on their arm
A voice shouts loud
We'll never surrender
The voice in the crowd
Never surrender
Another head bowed by propaganda
Propaganda, propaganda
The lights come alive in a blinding flash
The soundstorm 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
Never surrender
We'll never surrender
We'll never surrender
We'll never surrender
We'll never surrender
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