Tony only reads Asian Babes  Danny's doing doves down the raves  Terry drinks his money away  Oh god, and his sons play drums all day  On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men  You are the ones, are the scene, are the sons, are the young men  Young men, here we, here we go again  Les says punk isn't dead  Mick is not impeccably bred  Paul he just can't get out of bed  Oh god, and Phil's still off his head  On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men  You are the ones, are the system, are the sons, are the young men  Young men, here we, here we go again  On the scene, on the dole, in your eyes, in your soul, the young men  You are the ones, are the scene, are the young men  Cheating on the wives, all shiny suits and lazy lies, the young men  Insulting everyone, picked up your sister, kicked your son, the young men  Fighting in the clubs, flash on the streets, cash in the pubs, the young men  Boozing on the train, p-45's and cheap champagne - the young men