| Disorder here cause you’re fucked |
| Wait it out |
| Those dirty blue boys lost again |
| They’ve got no style I write me own |
| Buying up bottle and precious stones |
| Burn the cops and renegades |
| Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos |
| Don’t give a fuck |
| Work your bayonet off your gun |
| Now why not smash his head down |
| Your client talk about rocking the boat |
| Well your guts don’t seem to have had any luck |
| Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos |
| Don’t give a fuck |
| That bloke must have his fucking way |
| But we are nervous, but insane |
| The government are running scarred |
| The blues are bound to come in these days |
| Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos |
| Don’t give a fuck |
| Grab your pay addict yourself |
| They bet your nothing by yourself |
| But one day we will have a say |
| But whatever happens you’d better beware |
| Chaos, chaos, chaos, chaos |
| Don’t give a fuck |
| Disorder |
| Disorder |
| Disorder |
| Disorder |
| Disorder |
| Disorder |
| Disorder |