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 k** these f**in' 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 su*k 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 f** yourself