There's a kid who was born and was raised in the west There's a kid from the east who never really fit in with the rest
Every week they would meet In the street with their friends With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole they would fight to their death
This time We'll have victory Last time Ended in defeat Our town Becomes a battle ground Battle ground Battle ground
West end Riot riot West end Riot riot We'll be here next saturday With our guns and our heads raised high So listen up boys you'd better not cry this time
See a bum on the street That you think you recognise Your kid never looked so bad When he was only four foot high Six oclock running home I don't wanna be late Another saturday of sun and war Shared with out mates
This time We'll have victory Last time Ended in defeat Our town Becomes a battle ground Battle ground Battle ground
West end Riot riot West end Riot riot
We'll be here next saturday With our guns and our heads held high So listen up boys you'd better not cry
Boys will be Boys playing nice And making lots of noise Never used to talk about the future Never thought we'd have the chance So west end riot
Guitar solo (Cheney rules)
There's a man who was born in the west working at a factory There's a man from the east who now runs the whole company
Now they've grown On theur own Not like the kids they used to be Saturdays of sun and war jsut come and leave
West end Riot riot West end Riot riot
We'll be here next saturday With our guns and our heads held high So listen up boys you'd better not cry Listen up boys you'd better not cry this time