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
Skinhead, skinhead, running through the night Making lots of trouble, starting lots of fights Skinhead, skinhead, getting really pissed! 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
Skinhead, skinhead, putting on the boot Looking for a street fight, 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!