Sitting on the corner

With your Dr. martin boots

Claiming you’re in touch

With your Viking roots

Head clean shaved

Tattoos on your arms 

leather thong round your neck

with a runic charm

you sit with your mates

listen to white power music

talk about the holocaust

and try to excuse it

You say the turks came

They took your jobs

But they want to work 

And you’re  fucking slobs

You ain’t got a job

Cause you ain’t got no brains

With your drainpipe jeans 

With the black mans blood stains

Well mr skinhead man

Trying to seem reasonable any way you can

Well let me tell you

I don’t dig you

‘cause mr skinhead man

you’re the real nigger.