80’s Disco.

Watching the punks and skinheads, putting down their mark.

As they Pogo and Moon Stomp, to Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.

Electricity, will spark tonight.

A table overturns. The switch to start the fight.

The DJ is laughing as he turns up the sound.

The savages circle. A free punch from the crowd.

Too many local head cases joining in the fight.

And the bouncers don’t fancy, their chances tonight.

It’s an 80’s disco, hell cats and devils.

It’s an 80’s disco, perfumed not so pretty.

It’s an 80’s disco, violence on another level.

It’s an 80s disco, armageddon in the city.

An empty glass followed, by a bottle and a chair.

I was right that tonight, there was something in the air.

Bypassing the debris, young drunks take a chance.

Grabbing any girl closer, for an awkward last dance.

It’s an 80’s disco, black eyes and ripped shirt.

It’s an 80’s disco, bloody noses and mascara.

It’s an 80’s disco, so drunk it doesn’t hurt.

It’s an 80s disco, a violent melodrama.