Skinhead serenade
Steel toes, switchblades
Your lacking in the brains
Two stepping across your grave
We don't don't wanna play
So take your ball and go away
To us this is not a game
Set
Match
What happened to all the goons
Everyone is tending wounds
Here's a little salt for yours
Using you to wipe the floors
I love my friends
And I hate yours
Pack your bags
And lock the doors
Oi
You're nothing
Nothing to us
Don't even know your name
Punk