This is for you imitators This is for you fakes Although you will never hear me My poor heart won't break
I don't wanna hear what you call music So please turn it off! Leave the room and shut the door For me it is enough
You called me skinhead, called me punk You said the way I cut my hear is junk Bit now you walk into the barber shop And you try just the same
Say I'm crazy, say I'm wild Say I a act like a real big child Say that I'm a dirty bastard But don't think I'm a fool
Chorus: For if you do so, I'll push you all around I'll tear your greasy eyeballs off and you'll make no sound 'cause your tongue is ripped out from your mouth And it's lying on the floor You're squirming in your excrements and you scoff no more
You told us that our boots look funny And now you buy them with your daddys money But what you can't buy is our style And the way we live
You laughed about me a hundred times But I curse you with this rhyme! May your brother and your sister die May your parents burn in hell
You are on the radio You are in TV You are in the fucking papers And on every screen
Say I'm nasty, say I'm mean And my music's too extreme Please go to your love parades But don't stand in my way