Billy Bragg

Its that summer of the evening
Get ready and roll the cassette
Theres boys outside preaching genocide
And trying to think up some sort of threat
And the ladies in the cloakroom
Take no notice of me
I wish myself was back at home
But theres nothing safe in watching tv
Theres something born tomorrow
That I lost when I was out for a drink
How many gangs is it gonna take
To change the way I think