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Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!... Oi you little dosser, what are you gonna do? You're hanging around the station with a young blonde to screw You abuse all the passers-by 'til one of 'em catches your eye Wolves in a pack, a quick attack, you've killed someone - no turning back What have you dont? You're up for murder... Oblivion Generation... Oi! Now you little fuckwit... you're not going to school You think that you're acting well 'ard, but you're playing the fool Now you're old, you're in the cold, like your old man you're on the dole Living on a big estate just like your mum - a fucking state What have you got? You've got nothing... Oblibion Generation... Oi! Now you're out of prison what are you gonna do? You're back to your thieving ways - you've got nothing else, nothing to do Your whole life has been a travesty Yer going back on holiday care of Her Majesty Olivion Generation... Oi! Oblibion Generation... Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! From Letras Mania