Bakers Dozen - Ripe For Violence

Bakers Dozen - Ripe For Violence. Ep 2001 Screwed Up Records

PICK A VICTIM

Two nill down
What a bad score
Dont think i can take no more
Violence without a reason is a disgrace
But i like to see my victims face

Chorus

We´re on the loose again
Pick a victim
It could happen to you where or when
Pick a victim
Don´t know who we are after
But we´re gonna pick a victim tonight

Banned from the pubs
Banned from the pubs
When we get a hold of you
We´ll leave scares
They don´t want skinheads in this place
Cause we want to see our victims face

FIRE ARMS OFFENDER

Been working like a dog
For far too long
The shit British weather
Has been getting me down
Of for a binge to the south of Spain
When along came a problem
We could not explain
The customs said...excuse me sir
Have you anything to declare
We knew we had nothing to hide
But a fire arms offender
Is a hard thing to find

Chorus

Fire arms offender(x2)
We never thought that we where in danger
Fire arms offender(x2)
One of the boys was a fire arms offender

Customs said; excuse me sir
Have you anything to declare
We thought we had nothing to hide
But a fire arms offender
Was not expected to find
Blamed the shit british weather
For getting me down
Take a trip to the south of Spain
We were there and had done nothing wrong
Charged with fire arms offences
Was not where we belonged

Just when we thougtht we had go away
The customs bastards stopped and saved
That we were not going anywhere
When we finally got away
We´ll make those customs bastards pay
Then we where on the plane away

RIPE FOR VIOLENCE

Walking down the street
A bottle in my hand
See the oposittion
Will they run or will they stand
Try and stand against us
Theres trouble on the way
try and stand against us
You´re facing mass graves

Chorus

Cos we´re
Ripe, ripe, ripe for violence
In with the boots
To the sound of the sirens
Ripe, ripe, ripe for violence
When the timings right
The timings ripe for violence
Ripe for violence

See us at the football
Every saturday
Kicking, fucking heads in
Spiling blood all the way
We´ve got the boots
We´ll show you how
We´ve got the power
You´re gonna die know

Chorus

Cos we´re
Ripe, ripe, ripe for violence
In with the boots
To the sound of the sirens
Ripe, ripe, ripe for violence
When the timings right
The timings ripe for violence
Ripe for violence