F                       Bb           F 
Everybody's looking for last gang in town 
F                        Bb             F 
You better watch out for they're all comin' around   
F 
The sport of today is exciting    
    C                 F/A   F 
The in crowd are into infighting   
When some punk sees some rock-olla   
     C                 F 
It's rock and roll all over   
   C                      F 
In every street and every station   
C                         F 
Kids fight like different nations   
         Bb            F/A 
And it's brawn against brain 
         Gm            F 
And it's knife against chain   
         Bb        F/A  
But it's all young blood    
                 C 
Flowing down the drain   
    Fm 
The Crops hit the Stiffs   
An' the Spikes whipped the Quiffs   
        Eb               Bb 
They're all looking 'round   
Bb       Ab          F 
For the last gang in town   
   
Meanwhile down in black town   
Those old soul rebels are haingin' around   
An' when some punk come alooking for sound   
Rastaferi goes to ground   
The white heart flipped his pocket dipped   
'Cos a black sharp knife never slips   
And they never say to one antoher   
That tomorrow we might kill our brothers   
   
Down from the edge of London    
The rockabily rebels came    
From another edge of London   
Skinhead gangs call out their name   
But not the Zydeco kids   
From the high rise   
Though they can't be recognized   
When you hear a cajun fiddle   
Then you're nearly in the middle   
Of the last gang in town 
(Outro) A  F  A  F 
 
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Contribuição: rodrigo alan feltrin ferraz([email protected])