Scheiss Punks

I'm walking down the street one evening, when I spot a dirty punk right away. I kick him to the ground, spit in his face, 'cause I don't like those dirty f***ing punks.
Punks are filthy pigs, punks are the scum of the city, punks are filthy pigs, I'm sick of your red s***ty pack.
His jaw shattered by the Doc steel toe cap, now a kick to the balls and he's down on the mat. Bleeding from the skull and still moving, I kick him again with my 14-hole boots, with my 14-hole boots, always on the head. Skinhead!
Punks are filthy pigs, punks are the scum of the city, punks are filthy pigs, I'm sick of your red s***ty pack.
And after this incident, it's immediately back to: 'Rock against the Right, take down the skinheads'. But we're also here, a united force, battle-hardened and determined for the fight, determined for the fight, we are the power. For Germany!
Punks are filthy pigs, punks are the scum of the city, punks are filthy pigs, Rotfront die, we're fed up with you.
Our group forms up and we all march as a united mob towards the Zecken hall. The first ones of us kick down the doors, the rest come in through the windows. The Lefties are here, the battle begins, and then everyone sings this little song.
Punks are filthy pigs, punks are the scum of the city, punks are filthy pigs, s***ty pack die, we're fed up with you.