Outcast - Vietnom

Look upon me like i’m a reject

They wouldn’t give it up so i had to earn respect

Look upon me like i’m a little weird

I’m lost in a zone what am i doing here

Tatooed down you call me a freak

Strong body, strong mind, but you think i’m weak

So what’s the fuken point why should i try

I’m never fitting in, i’m not a normal guy

D.m.s.

— doc martin

D.m.s.

— skinhead

There’s a bunch of misfits that are just like me

Fucked up, burnt out, living like a fiend

Didn’t care who i was or the color of my skin

Open mind, open heart, they just took me in

Now these friends are my family

Live and die for them, that’s how it’s gotta be

And we don’t give a fuck that we’re not like you

Cause we’re all part of the dms crew

D.m.s.

— doc martin

D.m.s.

— skinhead

Try and shun us out of society

Turn your back, turn your head, but we’re reality

We’re your brothers, we’re daughters, we’re your sons in disguise

When will we be accepted, when will you realize

That you can’t judge a man by the color of his skin

He must be judged from what he is within

Until that day, let’s all sit back

Society’s rejects, waiting to attack

D.m.s.

— doc martin

D.m.s.

— skinhead