What are we gonna do now?
Taking off his turban, they said, is this man a Jew? 
'Cause they're working for the clampdown 
They put up a poster saying we earn more than you! 
When we're working for the clampdown 

We will teach our twisted speech 
To the young believers 
We will train our blue-eyed men 
To be young believers 

The judge said five to ten-but I say double that again 
I'm not working for the clampdown 
No man born with a living soul 
Can be working for the clampdown 

Kick over the wall 'cause government's to fall 
How can you refuse it? 
Let fury have the hour, anger can be power 
D'you know that you can use it?

The voices in your head are calling 
Stop wasting your time, there's nothing coming 
Only a fool would think someone could save you 
The men at the factory are old and cunning
You don't owe nothing, so boy get runnin'
It's the best years of your life they want to steal

You grow up and you calm down
You're working for the clampdown
You start wearing the blue and brown
You're working for the clampdown

So you got someone to boss around
It makes you feel big now
You drift until you brutalize
You made your first kill now

But ha! Gitalong! Gitalong!