Once upon a time

I went to see
My friend’s band play
I went to hear
What they would say
I went to have
Some hardcore fun
But all I got
Was burnt

Sitting at the bar, waiting for my friends to arrive
Waiting, waiting, waiting
Sitting at the bar, waiting for my friends to show
But they never showed up
Sitting at the bar, waiting for my friends to play
Boring, boring, boring
Waiting for my so called friends

Out of nowhere
This skin walks up to talk

“Where do you live?”
He says, looking at me

“Costa Mesa.”
I said wondering why

Looking at me
Strangely these were his words:

“So you must understand, what skinheads are about.”
“Do you respect them, because they won’t respect you.”?

“Why” I said, “do you believe they won’t respect me?”
“Because” he said “you’re not asking for their respect.”

Excuse me
For being smart
And not starting fights

Excuse me
For living true
And living what’s right
Get a clue, you racist skinheads
There’s no pride in self-assurance
That’s all you guys will ever have
That’s all you will ever know
I don’t need your protection
From a threat that is non-existent
Shave your head, and get a cold cause
Your low IQ gets you nowhere