Saturday night out in the city Skinheads having fun with girls so pretty Shouting and rocking on the dance floor Until we get kicked out of the pub’s door Chorus: That’s how I wanna live my life Always stand on the edge of the knife As long as blood runs in my veins I’m so f*cking proud of these days On our way to the next place We slashed up a few commie ba*tards face
I see in the gutter a bleeding red Oh god how good it feels to be a skinhead In the next pub party’s getting wild Skinheads on the table shouting hail hail Everbody’s singing Mistreat’s song The party continues all night long Sunday morning I feel so bad The worst hangover that I ever had I can’t get myself out of bed But still it feels so good to be a skinhead