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