Pulling on the boots, and threading up the laces Shaving our heads, and strapping on the braces There you have a skinhead, looking for a fight Skinhead, skinhead, running through the night
Chorus I: Skinhead, skinhead, running through the night Making lots of trouble, starting lots of fights Skinhead, skinhead, getting really beast Skinhead, skinhead, tattooed on the wrist!
Make it to the laneway, waiting for the scum Smash their yellow faces, kick their fucking bum When they plee for mercy, we will show none Skinhead, skinhead, 'til the job is done
Chorus II: Skinhead, skinhead, putting on the boot Looking for a streetfight, looking for a root Skinhead, skinhead, running through the place Skinhead, skinhead, stompin' on your face!
When the coppers see us, at first they pull the gun But when they see us come towards, then they start to run When we wear our badges it make us feel proud Skinhead, skinhead, shout it out loud!
Chorus III: Skinhead, skinhead, putting on the boot Looking for a streetfight, looking for a root Skinhead, skinhead, running through the place Skinhead, skinhead, stompin' on your face!
Wir ziehen uns die Stiefel an Und schnren sie uns zu Rasieren unsere Kpfe und schlagen sie uns ein Das ist ein Skinhead wartend auf den Kampf Skinheads, Skinheads, ziehen durch die Stadt.
Skinhead, skinhead, running through the night Making lots of trouble, starting lots of fights Skinhead, skinhead, getting really beast Skinhead, skinhead, tattooed on the wrist!
Skinhead, skinhead, putting on the boot Looking for a streetfight, looking for a root Skinhead, skinhead, running through the place Skinhead, skinhead, stompin' on your face!