Hub City Stompers - Night Of The Living lyrics

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'