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Skinflicks

We’re the Skinflicks

We & our crew got a message for you (x3) We’re the Skinflicks - who are you ? Oi! Oi! Oi! - Oi! Oi! Oi!

The Wet whistles boozing crew

We’re young, we’re cruel We’re the Skinflicks & we rule (wet whistles boozing crew) We’re fast, we’re loud We’re so great & we are proud Wet whistles boozing crew Today we’re going on the road (Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!) Don’t be afraid we won’t cut yer throat Today we’re going on the road (Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!) Don’t believe what fleet street may have told ! We’re pissed & back in town Trying to survive without a frown Wet whistles boozing crew We’re such awful farts We’re drunk - but still we’re smart

A movement

Yesterday heroes all gone away They died with their boots on Fighting for their own way So we stand here to have a say We’re the new breed - we rule o.k. I’m not a part of a movement The movement is a part of me So join the crew - we’ll be alright We won’t be dragged down if we do unite They all wanna keep us off the street They’ll change their mind When they feel the heat I’m not a part of a movement The movement is a part of me

We’re their target

We’re their target for physical attacks For insults & violent acts We’re stopped at night by some copper Bastard - for walking home Coz we’re their target We’re their target They think we’d destroy their society Coz we don’t conform & sometimes act violently But we just wanna have a laugh But sure we’ll fight - if provoked - but We’re their target We’re refused a pint in the cafés And still we’re banned from several pubs (So) if you really want it - have it your way then ! Coz I do know who the enemy is We’re their target

The kids dress up

Oi!‘s music for the working class - for punks & skins Oi! you punky herberts - all of you just come on in ! This ain’t no trendy shit - it’s the sound of the street It’s just some of the good old clockwork beat (and now: ) The kids - dress up ! The kids dress up ! (x4) When you’re walking down the street you can See them hanging around (The) kids start wearing boots / start their own gang You know you’ve got to face them coz they won’t run away You know you’ve got to face these boys - Hey! Hey! Hey! The kids - dress up ! The kids dress up ! (x4) Oh Oh Oh Ooh Oh Ooh Ooh - Oh Oh Oh Ooh Oh Ooh Oi!‘s music for the working class - for punks & skins Oi! you punky herberts - all of you just come on in ! This ain’t no trendy shit - it’s the sound of the street It’s just some of the good old clockwork beat (and now: ) The kids - dress up ! The kids dress up ! (x4) Oh Oh Oh Ooh Oh Ooh Ooh - Oh Oh Oh Ooh Oh Ooh The kids - dress up ! The kids dress up ! (x4)

Pizza

Pizza is my favourite food It’s just heavenly bliss I love pizza hot or cool It’s just the best there is - coz Anytime day or night You can get a pizza After a gig - after a fight Enjoy a nice pizza Pizza’s the best thing to have And it’s worth dying for Pizza rules coz it gives strength & everyday I rob a pizza store

Lionhearts

When they walk the streets beside each other They stay united - they’re like brothers Boot boys from the same gang Those from the same side of town A thousand coppers wouldn’t stop them These boys do know how to survive They would never ever run away The pubs are theirs and so is the night Coz they rule the jungle Lionhearts rule the jungle They rule the jungle Lionhearts rule the jungle Down in the jungle through the breath of night Urban soldiers rule - they rule alright And you’d better watch yer back Coz here they come with an all-out attack oi oi oi

Punk Rock

Take yer guitar - plug it in Pull the strings & never give in When people say „You can’t even play“ It doesn’t matter we go our own way Punk Rock, Punk Rock, that’s what it’s about Punk Rock, Punk Rock, gonna scream & shout Punk Rock, Punk Rock, roaring guitar sound Punk Rock, Punk Rock, that’s what it’s about ! Don’t listen to the tosser on the mic You don’t need us to piss away the night But we’re here to give you a good time So have a laugh & another pint

Terraca terror

Another pint goes down their throat Two minutes later they’re back on the road Don’t bother them - don’t start to fight Coz their steel-toe Marten’s - Will fix you right ! Hooligans - are in town There’s bootboys all around Hooligans - bring the heat (When) there’s violence on the street Back from the game They mess up the town & you’d better watch out When they fool around These boys just wanna smash it up Coz their team just lost the fucking cup !

Gods & laws & slave-made morals

I don’t believe in your laws - I don’t need them at all I don’t believe in your gods - coz they make me look small No hoary falsehood shall be truth to me I don’t need yer printed idols - can’t you see ? To the north - I raise my voice To the south - I show a sign To the east - I beckon ! To the west - I shout ! For I stand forth to challenge yer god Lo & behold - all this is fraud No cult or dogma shall camp my pen Before none of your false prophets do I bend (down) To the north - I raise my voice To the south - I show a sign To the east - I beckon ! To the west - I shout ! (x2) Gods & laws & slave-made morals (x4) I don’t believe in your laws - I don’t need them at all I don’t believe in your gods - coz they make me look small No hoary falsehood shall be truth to me I don’t need yer printed idols - can’t you see ? To the north - I raise my voice To the south - I show a sign To the east - I beckon ! To the west - I shout !

What I am

They tell you what clothes to wear They tell you how to cut yer hair But we show what we are - we’re skins ! We pull on the boots & roll up the jeans I’m not a nazi - I’m not a red ! I’ve had enough of yer politics I’m not a nazi - I’m not a red ! For all I am is a - skinhead ! That’s what I am - that’s all I wanna be Don’t want no right-wing politics & no red-star-hypocrites I won’t kneel down in front of you Even though you want me to !

Do or be done

Put not your trust in princes Is a saying old & true Don’t put your trust in Jesus Translateth it a new The world belongs to you So let nothing bar your way You might be dead tomorrow Or even today Christ’s ethics are for creeping things Not for those who stand strong Don’t believe in a mad-redeemer For he’s dead and gone Their books of law & manifestos Are fashioned to betray Do or be done - is the logic of today ! It’s do or be done It’s do or be done ! It’s do or be done Do or be done !

I hate hippies

I hate hippies - I hate fucking lot You better get a wash & yer hair cut Yer attitude is a bloody shame Now all Hippies are fair game - coz I hate Hippies - I do ! I hate Hippies - Like you ! (x2) Here they come down the street With grimy sandals on their feet John Lennon’s dead - now watcha gonna do ? Coz the next in line will be you ! I hate Hippies - I do ! I hate Hippies - Like you ! (x2) Oi! you Hippie - watch yer back I hate yer guts & that’s a fact Summer of height - makes me frown Dirty Hippie - gonna boot you down (coz) I hate Hippies - I do ! I hate Hippies - Like you ! (x4)

Scum!

Here & now

Too long the dead hand has sterilized living thought Time to realize what for so long’s been ignored What man has made, man can destroy Tear down the walls in the name of Oi! Why can’t you see - that life is the great indulgence And death the great abstinence ? There is no heaven - no hell where sinners roast Here & now is what counts the most ! They’ve been inverting values for far too long There’s nothing sacred ‘bout their right & wrong Don’t you know what’s good for you & what is not Thrice cursed are the lambs of god ! Why can’t you see - that life is the great indulgence And death the great abstinence ? There is no heaven - no hell where sinners roast Here & now is what counts the most ! There is no heaven - no hell where sinners roast Here & now is what counts the most ! They’ve been inverting values for far too long There’s nothing sacred ‘bout their right & wrong Don’t you know what’s good for you & what is not Thrice cursed are the lambs of god ! Why can’t you see - that life is the great indulgence And death the great abstinence ? There is no heaven - no hell where sinners roast Here & now is what counts the most ! Why can’t you see - that life is the great indulgence And death the great abstinence ? There is no heaven - no hell where sinners roast Here & now is what counts the most ! Celebrate the sin !

Final warning

When they turn yer life a living hell (Boot them all down !) Are we good or bad - no one can tell (Boot them all down !) They hate us all - but it’s our choice (Boot them all down !) & we shout it out with one loud voice (Boot them all down !) Oi! Oi! We don’t care Skinheads - we are everywhere We don’t care ‘bout what you say As long as we can we gonna shout „No way“ Never wanted to be part of yer „society“ Oi!, loyalty & friendship - can’t you see ? Oi! Oi! We don’t care Skinheads - we are everywhere

paroles/skinflicks.txt · Dernière modification: 2014/04/30 15:51 (modification externe)