S.M.D.

(One, two, three)
You don't like the clothes I wear
I shave my head or grow my hair
What makes you look over here
What are you?
(Whoa, whoa, hold it, hold it, do it again, fuck)

You don't like the clothes I wear
I shave my head or grow my hair
What makes you look over here
What are you queer?

Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick

You call my music sonic poison
Turn it down it's annoyin'
But it gives me pleasure to aggravate the ones I hate

Suck my dick
Suck my dick
Suck my dick

Start sucking

I'm gonna cum

Walking down the streets, a bottle grazes off your head
From a window someone laughing, spitting on your head
Find a weapon bash their skulls in, don't they make you sick
Kill these fucking pricks, now

Skins and bangers joining fight as one
Those who persecute battle 'til they've won
Tired of being pressured to join their plastic army
You conforming clones will be sorry

Ahh!

Suck
I won't change for anyone
My
Keep fighting 'til I'm done
Dick
I got a right to be myself
And you can go fuck yourself