We're still alive (the kids were alright).

You've got it all worked out in a brown paper bag, with a Jimmy Dean smile and a half smoked fag

There's Dill standing on the other side, just a basic guy in his fake leather strides

Standing on the other side when the Spides are threatening a kill. I get the feeling they really don't like us, better make that run up the Hill (Street)

There's nobody listening, it's the last place you'd want to go. Live, love and party when the kids were alright

It doesn't matter what they think we're kicking out the tribal thing, we're blowing up the music scene, the kids were alright

Don't look now cause the Pistols are coming, we're gonna do it our way or we'll lay down and die

God bless the NME they're bigging up the local scene, we're bigger than London's dream, we're gonna survive

Bumming on the other side I've got a hot line to Topper and a P45. I've got a young man's jacket and we're kicking up a racket but it really doesn't matter cause we're gonna survive

Standing on the other side when the Spides are threatening a kill. I get the feeling they really don't like us, better make that run up the Hill (Street)