Where's the age old choice? For the ones without a voice Where the ugly girls and boys Can get together to the noise The open-minded personnel Can break free from the mainstream and rebel Is this just me cause I cant tell Is this choice just a niche parallel? So wave your hands and scream your place You look right a prat when you pose like that I dont want to be one of you wankers on the dancefloor Give my south boys attitude Not because we dont dress like you We dont want to be one of those wankers, wankers Death to the indie disco Death to the london scene Death to the dancers in their best clothes To be in your gang dont mean no shit to me In a backlash to conformity Where by there is a former thats subligetry This all seems quite contradictory So we've got nothing in common So wave your hands and scream your place (It's just a niche parallel) You look right a prat when you pose like that I dont want to be one of you wankers on the dancefloor (It's just a niche parallel) Give my south boys attitude It's not because we dont dress like you (It's just a niche parallel) We dont want to be one of those wankers, wankers Death to the indie disco Death to the london scene Death to the dancers in their best clothes To be in your gang dont mean no shit to me Death to the indie disco (Oh death to this indie disco) Death to the london scene (Oh death to the london scene) Death to the dancers in their best clothes To be in your gang dont mean no shit to me Oh no theres nothing for me And I wont join them so who should I be? And it wont mean nothing No it wont mean nothing to me Nothing to me It's just a niche parallel It's just a niche parallel Cos we've got nothing in common Death to the indie disco Death to the london scene Death to the dancers in their best clothes To be in your gang dont mean no shit to me Death to the indie disco (Oh death to this indie disco) Death to the london scene (Oh death to the london scene) Death to the dancers in their best clothes Cos smoking crack dont mean no shit to me