Tekster: Stiff Little Fingers. Inflammable Material. No More of That.

They never ask us if we want a war
Who do they think they're talkin' for
'Cos we never get no say
They have to have it all their way

Oh, we want no more of that
You can't push us under the mat
Oh we want no more of that

The man who pulls the trigger's not to blame
He's only playing their deadly game
And he knows he just can't win
Or someone else will pull the trigger on him