Mmre

He was a good kid, raised in a skinhead family
But he turned out wrong, much to his dad's despair
He tossed his baton, sold his Docs, and lost his nerve
And even those awesome nunchucks he got for his 15th
Skinhead with long hair
It's liberation
Under his leather scalp
Tenderness has won
His bomber jacket grew
So did his tattoos
Flowers replaced
The snake and the eagle
He left for Nepal where skins aren't a thing
With his tattoo