Skinhead

I was born in a working-class neighborhood
In the north of my city
It was a suburb
Away from everything else
Expelled from school
Only went to fight
I got to know the streets
Had to fend for myself

Bought some Doc Martens
My hair shaved
I was proud
I was a skinhead, skinhead!

No job
No money
Bad luck
A bad lawyer
Sent me to juvie
That toughened me up
It served me well
To later throw down

Bought some Doc Martens
My hair shaved
I was proud
I was a skinhead, skinhead!

Some trips
And some concerts
And a skin girl
That I'll never forget
Mornings with hangovers
Nights of fights
And on my head
Some scars

Bought some Doc Martens
My hair shaved
Proudly I continue
Being a skinhead, skinhead!