We're zombies who reclaim this rotted wasteland of a scene
It once was fatty bacon but you made it 'Sizzlean'
A silly plastic world of kissing a** and dropping names
We never puckered up and wouldn't play your reindeer games
Your head went up your an*s when ska went 'Hollywood'
You went off to get famous and hoped we were gone for good
You prayed we'd kick the bucket, dry up and rot away
Well now you all can su*k IT 'cause we're back to spoil your day
Dreadlocks and 'hawks, clean shaved heads
Sound underground back from the dead
Roots bring the boots hard to the floor
Hate all you want...we'll make more
No white, suburban kid came off of the Banana boat
And if you went to Kingston they would cut your poser throat
Remember that next time you're pushing your 'Skathority'
We laugh at your 'traditional' superiority
You thought you'd live forever as you turned with shoulders cold
Your little traddy-faddy didn't take long to get old
So if you want to stay on live then check your attitude
'Cause putting on a suit and tie, it doesn't make you 'rude'
You know you chug the pickle, you can't deny the truth
To fall in with the fickle, mindless ma**es of the youth
Who follow like lost puppies to every little scene
That's hijacked by the yuppies just to make a bunch of green
To think yourself untouchable in this new day and age
We'll take your piss and vinegar and stomp it out with rage
To think I'm here to beg for cheer, well I'm not in the mood
'Cause baggy plaid for silly fad, it doesn't make you 'rude'