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...