S.M.D. - Carnivore

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?

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