You don't like the clothes I wear

I'll shave my head or grow my hair

what makes you look over here

what are you, queer?



S.M.D.

S.M.D.

S.M.D.



You call my music sonic poison

turn it down it's annoying

but it gives me pleasure to aggravate

the ones I hate



Walking down the street a bottle

grazes off your head

from a window someone laughing

spitting on your head

find a weapon bash their skulls in

don't they make you sick

kill these fuckin' pricks!



Skins and bangers joining fight as one

those who persecute battle 'till they've won

tired of being pressured

to join their plastic army

you conforming clones will be sorry



SUCK

I won't change for anyone

MY

Keep fighting 'till I'm done

DICK

I 've gotta right to be myself

and you can go fuck yourself