They say it's time to crack down on what they call obscene   But what they meant is blokes like me and the life I chose to lead   OK let's have an uproar, their troops are marching in   With determination in their eyes they've rallied all again      [chorus:]   Come on, come on   Give me a Petrol Bomb      The riot troops assembly is finally marching off   A few had luck and could escape the baton-slinging lot   Some fellows are arrested, perhaps they're locked away   You lift your bottle and set out to have your fun again      Pronouncement of the judgement, the youth is led away   He wasn't even sixteen and had smashed an offie's pane   Put in reformatories where other wankers wait   Who try to force him in their frame - break out before it's too late      Come on, come on   Give him a Petrol Bomb      Now you speak out against the youth's aggressions   Scream and shout, but you taught them how to hate   Now you speak out but the account is settled   Praise your luck there ain't bullets through your head