S.M.D.

You don't like the clothes I wear I'll shave my head or grow my hair What makes you look over here What are you queer? s*ck My d**k s*ck My d**k s*ck My d**k You call my music sonic poison Turn it down it's annoyin' But it gives me pleasure to aggravate The ones I hate Walking down the Streets A Bottle grazes off your head From a window someone laughing Spitting on your head Find a weapon bash their skulls in Don't they make you sick Kill these f**king pricks Shins and bangers joing fight or one Those who persecute battle til' they've won Tired of being pressured To join their plastic army You conforming clones will be sorry s*ck I won't change for anyone My Keep fighting 'til I'm done d**k I got a right to be myself And you can go f**k yourself