West End Riot
Chris Cheney
There's a kid who was born and was raised in the west
There's a kid from the east that 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 battleground
Battleground
Battleground

West End Riot
West End Riot
We'll be here next Saturday
With our guns and our heads held high
So listen up boys, you'd better not cry this time

See a bum on the street that you think you recognise
Young kid never looked so bad when he was only four foot high
Six o'clock running home I don't want to be late
Another Saturday of sun and war shared with our mates

This time we'll have victory
Last time ended in defeat
Our town becomes a battleground
Battleground
Battleground

West End Riot
West End Riot
We'll be here next Saturday
With our guns and our heads held high
So listen up boys you'd better not cry this -

Boys will be boys playing
Up and making lots of noise
Never think to talk about the future
Never thought that we'd have to care
So West End Riot!

There's a man who was born in the west working in a factory
There's a man from the east who now runs the whole company
Now they're grown on their own not like the kids they used to be
Saturdays of sun and war are just fond memories

West End Riot
West End Riot
We'll be here next Saturday
With our guns and our heads held high
So listen up boys you'd better not cry
So listen up boys you'd better not cry
So listen up boys you'd better not cry this time!