Street keeps a mystery of which it is better not to know If you walk alone, they go together Skinheads with a bits they want to have fun with you
Taking away everything that you have You lay on the ground with a broken face It was not the best way by which you went
Getting up and wish to take revenge of this bastards But there is no one near Fucking situation, fucking punks Why am I not karateka
The bullies already at the disco Beautiful girls around everywhere No one knows about who will come Pour alcohol and dancing more The bullies already at the disco Beautiful girls around everywhere In the basement On the dancefloor
Drenched in the rain Focused on the cruel game The real avenger with battered head Now he’s got a gang