| Hear that cry throughout the streets, we know just what it means |
| And even to the ignorant, it 'aignt what it seems |
| Through every city backstreets, the kids from all around |
| They all come to join the fun, cause they know the sound |
| They all try to ignore us, but we wont let 'em win |
| The wankers try to put us down, but we will smash them in |
| Cause we all say, that they’re full of shit |
| And we’re running down the backstreets |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| And we’re running unafraid |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| Cause we all know that’s the sound of the streets |
| And we’re running down the backstreets |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| Got our martins on our feet |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| And you’re all running down the backstreets with me |
| The kids they come from everywhere, the east end’s all around |
| Cause they all know what it means, when they hear the sound |
| You know what to do, when you hear the call |
| Put on your boots and Harrington, and kick down that fucking wall |
| You can listen to politicians, they’ll lead you astray |
| You’re gonna see the light and your gonna see the way |
| And we all know that there’s nothing like us |
| And we’re running down the backstreets |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| And we’re never giving in |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| Cause we all know that we’re gonna fucking win |
| And we’re running down the backstreets |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| And we’re here to stay |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| And we all know that the firm are on they’re way |
| They all try to ignore us, but we wont let 'em win |
| The wankers try to put us down, but we will smash them in |
| Cause we all say, that they’re full of shit |
| And we’re running down the backstreets |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| And we’re running unafraid |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| Cause we all know that that’s the sound of the streets |
| And we’re running down the backstreets |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| Got our martins on our feet |
| Oi! Oi! Oi! |
| And you’re all running down the backstreet with me, |
| With me. |