There's a kid who was born and was raised in the west

There's a kid from the east who never really fit in with the rest



Every week they would meet

In the street with their friends

With the guns that they made and the caps that they stole they would fight to their death



This time

We'll have victory

Last time

Ended in defeat

Our town

Becomes a battle ground

Battle ground

Battle ground



West end

Riot riot

West end

Riot riot

We'll be here next saturday

With our guns and our heads raised high

So listen up boys you'd better not cry this time



See a bum on the street

That you think you recognise

Your kid never looked so bad

When he was only four foot high

Six oclock running home

I don't wanna be late

Another saturday of sun and war

Shared with out mates



This time

We'll have victory

Last time

Ended in defeat

Our town

Becomes a battle ground

Battle ground

Battle ground



West end

Riot riot

West end

Riot riot



We'll be here next saturday

With our guns and our heads held high

So listen up boys you'd better not cry



Boys will be

Boys playing nice

And making lots of noise

Never used to talk about the future

Never thought we'd have the chance

So west end riot



Guitar solo

(Cheney rules)



There's a man who was born in the west working at a factory

There's a man from the east who now runs the whole company



Now they've grown

On theur own

Not like the kids they used to be

Saturdays of sun and war jsut come and leave



West end

Riot riot

West end

Riot riot



We'll be here next saturday

With our guns and our heads held high

So listen up boys you'd better not cry

Listen up boys you'd better not cry this time