Beat-Ska-Oi!

Ska-rich like a used battery
Skajobbed until Monday morning
Ska-beat, the evening is approaching
Cool gasoline flows into my carburetor
The rhythm takes my head away
Ska beat on my skin, nothing on my shoulders
Hours pass with beers
Skafueled up but in a good mood
Bank accounts, shacks, and in bad shape
A single great love for your heart's team
90 minutes to forget the job you don't have and the rent to pay
'Divide and conquer' the official sponsor
Will blow ethnic and racial hatred into the ball
Sunday night, no more spotlights
Tomorrow obedient and good servants
And the TV goes away... Monday
Minute by minute won't tell us about token schools and kicks in the ass
People looking for work are offside
Friiiiii!
Mafia bosses and drug dealers
Some think you can only get out of the ghetto with millions
Pills and powders to travel
Brain evasion departs from platform one
The traffic in the streets is wild
Those who want you asleep won't let you lack the hero
The worry catcher doesn't work
Rights and duties, it's just a song
Welcome to hell, this is the outskirts
Here luck doesn't stop and time goes by
Friday, Saturday, Sunday and then always a Monday
With its gray dormitory and the desire to leave
But without money, what will I do, I don't know
Without a penny, where will I go, I will walk
Together with those who have always paid, I will kill ownership
We only risk getting chains and poverty back
...No more escapes, I will stay
And I will cut privileges and hypocrisy with a sickle
And I will nail to the wall those who live off my life
From the ruins of my generation will rise
A clenched fist and a song