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.M.D.   S.M.D.   S.M.D.      You call my music sonic poison   turn it down it's annoying   but it gives me pleasure to aggravate   the ones I hate      Walking down the street 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 fuckin' pricks!      Skins and bangers joining fight as one   those who persecute battle 'till they've won   tired of being pressured   to join their plastic army   you conforming clones will be sorry      SUCK   I won't change for anyone   MY   Keep fighting 'till I'm done   DICK   I 've gotta right to be myself   and you can go fuck yourself