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, [bad word] 
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 [bad word] #39; 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
 [bad word] I 've gotta right to be myself
and you can go [bad word] yourself