Don’t Be Too Late

Don’t be too late, don’t miss the train.
We gotta get a result, Lord what a pain, what a game.
We gotta keep fighting, we gotta walk tall.
We gotta stick together, and then march forward, one and all.

Don’t be too late, never hold back when your land’s at stake.
Don’t be too late, the man who holds back has got to be a fake.
Don’t be too late, people ’round here are never gonna run.
Don’t be too late, well they can’t complain when their time has come.

On the streets of Britain, they’re trying to grind us down.
Government pressure, communist foes all around.
We will keep fighting, the sheep behind their doors.
It’s just another battle, in a private British war, we’re fighting for.

Don’t be too late, never hold back when your land’s at stake.
Don’t be too late, the man who holds back has got to be a fake.
Don’t be too late, people ’round here are never gonna run.
Don’t be too late, well they can’t complain when their time has come.

Don’t be too late, never hold back when your land’s at stake.
Don’t be too late, the man who holds back has got to be a fake.
Don’t be too late, people ’round here are never gonna run.
Don’t be too late, well they can’t complain when their time has come.