in London, Berlin

skinheads are movin´ in

they got the songs, the boots and beer

homegrown bigot every one a patriot

just like we got over here

when times get rough

people ain´t got much

they think you´re trying to take it away

they look for a scapegoat

throw him from the lifeboat

he ain´t like us anyway

and you´re damned if you do

damned if you don´t

no place for you in the middle of the road

you´re walkin´ on a knife´s edge

runnin´ for your life

there ain´t no place for you tonight

you´re a long way from home

you´re got a long long way left to go

on a hot night a knife fight

underneath a street light

sounds like the same old song

this front, that front

nothin´ but a witchhunt

send you back where you belong

and you´re damned if you do

damned if you don´t

no place for you in the middle of the road

you´re walkin´ on a knife´s edge

runnin´ for your life

there ain´t no place for you tonight

you´re a long way from home

you´re got a long long way left to go

you´re a long way from home

you´ve got a long way to go...