We are of the same class
Were has your fucking pride gone?
Were has all your courage gone?
No more time left to wait
Now it’s time to react
We are of the same class,
The working class
We are of the same class,
We are the working class
Oi! Oi! Oi!
So many promises they always made you
And they never kept all these promises
A real job is like a dream
Maybe tomorrow we will be so lucky
Unemployed and laid-off workers
What is important to us is not being cheated anymore
Against those who exploits and has always exploited us
Against every political party and labor union
And when your monthly pay day arrives
A thousand deductions, a thousand nasty surprises
How many blows shall we take?
How many chains can we break?
Oi!Oi!Oi!


Our land burns
rit.
Our land burns and I can do nothing
Our land burns because of an idiot
Look at our land
You cannot pretend nothing happened
Just a few hours To destroy all that we have
Only flames will walk under our feet
Ash fields will remain in front of our eyes
Our land burns and I can do nothing
Our land burns because of an idiot
I have seen another fire
Devouring plants and animals
Another summer of fire hit our island
I do not want to tolerate All these fucking bastard pigs
Self-made justice Sardinian justice.




Ciurma Skins
Every day down on the street
dreaming a future that never come
Memories of drunkness, fuck, laugh
this past never return
But we live today
with high head without fear
A smile lightin the face
Becouse i know that are going to rain tonight
Raining beer, on the asphalt on the cement
giving the money in the pockets of a strange
The crew is ready, our party is started
South side skinheads, beer, oi! and burp in face.
We can do nothing if we are in this manner
with few heroes, right ideals, that we never betray
We are not gosts along this streets you can find us
Always ready to joke, because we know that are going to rain.