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You don't like the clothes I wear
I'll shave my head or grow my hair
what makes you look over here
what are you, queer?
S.M.D.
S.M.D.
S.M.D.
You call my music sonic poison
turn it down it's annoying
but it gives me pleasure to aggravate
the ones I hate
Walking down the street 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 fuckin' pricks!
Skins and bangers joining fight as one
those who persecute battle 'till they've won
tired of being pressured
to join their plastic army
you conforming clones will be sorry
SUCK
I won't change for anyone
MY
Keep fighting 'till I'm done
DICK
I 've gotta right to be myself
and you can go fuck yourself
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