Let me take you for a ride
Through razor wire in my mind
Hatred surgically precise
All the screws are coming loose
Marching orders coming through
Instinct tells us what to do
Skins on the fringe
Clean and pressed
Roll in the filth
Push past the limits
Claim my cheap thrills
We, we tread the path
Of most resistance
And I paint the target
That I wear on my back
So step right up
I rather be
Crucified
Rather die holding the gun
Than with my hands tied
One two one two three four
Baby I can't live without it
Bonded by the sin and violence
Destroy all that stands against us
You ask why we choose to suffer
Tell me why you choose to cower
In submission is no comfort
Skins on the fringe
Look out
Skinheads on the fringe
We tread the path of most resistance
Skinheads in the fringe
I paint the target that I wear on my back