Shoulder to shoulder our grandparents stood,
Shoulder to shoulder each woman and man.
Together, to fight for their neighbourhood,
Together to tell them, 'No Pasaran'.
In the pubs of our youth, where we plotted and sat.
In the pubs of our youth, where we laughed and we joked,
and we searched for a truth as we chewed on the fat,
In the pubs of our youth, where we drank and we smoked ...
From Cable to Lime Street in eighty long years,
They've marched on our streets spreading hatred and lies,
With black shirts and salutes and jack boots and sneers,
and with slogans of bile and with racist cries.
..... And we found our only resolution was
to take the streets and start a revolution, 'cause
we couldn't see what longer term solution was
to stop injustice, greed and world pollution ... Soz!
So shoulder to shoulder, we pledged we would stand,
Shoulder to shoulder, each woman and man.
Shoulder to shoulder, and hand in hand,
All ready to tell them, 'No Pasaran'.
But as you stood firm on the steps of the hall,
Did you look out for me at your side?
Did 'shoulder to shoulder' mean nothing at all?
Did your courage have nowhere to hide?
And as you're beaten and punched by the arm of the law,
and you pace up and down in your cell,
Do you yearn for the pubs of our youth just once more,
and do you wish I was in there as well?
'Cause shoulder to shoulder our grandparents stood,
Shoulder to shoulder, each woman and man,
Together to fight for their neighbourhood,
Together to tell them, 'No Pasaran'.
