Headline in the paper tells of fighting in the streets. Teenage battles; six arrested. Mutters in the council chambers something must be done. Before our city streets become infested. And mummy turns to daddy says "where was our little boy that day. Why can't he just stay at home and watch the silver screen". Ch: All we wanted was a cause that we could fight for. One chance for the heroes to win the day. All we wanted was a chance to see the world. In black and white instead of a hundred shades of grey. Watch the raving maniacs go carving up the night. See the barmy smiles on their faces. See the crazy bombers going cross their deadly wires. Blow themselves into a million pieces. The bands play it hard and fast go ripping through their sets. Adrenaline going flowing drink and no regrets. What do we tell our grandchildren. When they ask us about the good old days. Boring empty daytime jobs and frozen up inside. Do you not remember what your daddy told you long ago.