Thursday, August 10, 2006

Pulling on the boots...



Pulling on the boots,
and breaking up the laces,
shaving our head,
and strapping on the braces.

There you have a skinhead,
looking for a fight,
skinhead, skinhead,
running through the night.

skinhead, skinhead,
running from the light,
making lots of trouble,
panic not to fight.

skinhead, skinhead,
getting really pissed,
skinhead, skinhead,
get it on the wrist.

making for the lane way,
waiting for the scum,
smash their yellow faces,
kick them up the bum.

When they think we´re pussies,
we will show them none,
skinhead, skinhead,
until the job is done.

Skinhead, skinhead,
putting in the boot,
looking for a street fight,
looking for a route.

Skinhead, skinhead,
running from the place,
skinhead, skinhead,
stomping on your face.

When the coppers see us,
at first they go for a gun,
but when they see us come to war,
it´s then they start to run.

When we wear our badges,
it makes us real proud,
skinhead, skinhead,
shout it out loud.

Skinhead, skinhead,
running from the light,
making lots of trouble,
starting lots of fights.

skinhead, skinhead,
getting really pissed,
skinhead, skinhead,
paint it on the wrist.

skinhead, skinhead....