It started out so innocent. Seagrams 7, four bottles in hand. We tried to find the local bar, But got wasted in the van.
We went back to the hotel. We showered, shaved, and drank some more. Then we went back into town, Still looking for the bar.
Then we met some locals, They took us home. They were unaware, they gave us that stare, They didn't know.
We found a party going on. We were told that we were welcome to stay. Until we took over their stereo, And blasted Skinhead reggae.
Soon the mood of the locals changed. They started giving us the evil eye. Most of the kids that were on the porch, Got scared and went inside.
What we didn't know was The best was yet to come It would soon be clear The booze and the beer Would lead to rough fun!
Three dollars change, all you can drink Dirk's bar on a Wednesday night The scene was serene, pretty nice and clean Until the Skoidats got in sight
Flapjack's causing trouble And he needed a helping hand He had to get help from an empty bottle Because the Skinheads could barely stand
Next thing we know he was ejected But then we snuck him in the back of the room He said You boys better back me up, because There's going to be trouble soon!
And the boots went in hard. It was the police... That gave us that old stiff arm.
What we didn't know Was the cops were just starting their fun. We were unaware there was hate in the air And we were the targeted ones
Two billy clubs and a broken nose A tumble down a flight of stairs A faux gang war and a blue squad car Toilet paper and broken mirrors.
The media victims on a rampage The cops were the ones who were right They said None of you drunken Skinheads Will leave Breckenridge tonight!
We will never learn And we will never return to Breckenridge!