Skinhead

(Fuck Nazis, Fascists, and Nationalists)
You ain't got much but the boots on your feet
Ain't got no money so you're stealing to eat
Saving every penny just to go to the show
But the homies are playing so you gotta go
So let them have their fashion trends
And the bullshit scene on which they depend
Cuz' musics all that matters in you're life
With a steel conviction and a heart of pride
Skinhead
Going out every night
Skinhead
Living for the fucking fights
Skinhead
Music is the only cure
For a society of sheep and a fascist war
We'll kick down that fuckin door (alright)
Boys and girls yeah we're the team
Boots go stomping down a busy street
Cops are gonna hassle and the people stare
You know who you are and you dont fucking care
Shooting pool in the back of the club
The soundtrack Ska, Rocksteady and Dub
Dying breed but you know the score
Cuz the nights' your home and its fucking yours



Credits
Writer(s): Captain Clay, Justin Paisano, Tom Genovese
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