Control

He's a Skinhead

Control


I'm not trying to be controversial, just say what I see
Why do all the media, look down on you and me?
Is it because we've got the balls to stand out from the crowd
And we don't conform to what we see, we stand strong and proud

He's a Skinhead, nobodies fool, he's a Skinhead!
From head to toe, he's the king of cool, he's a Skinhead!

We always hear the same old shit, defiling down the mag
And the media makes shitty films, to make us skins look bad
It's typical and predictable, it really is a bore
The little rich kid, TV's drone, who'll never learn the score

He's a Skinhead, nobodies fool, he's a Skinhead!
From head to toe, he's the king of cool, he's a Skinhead!

Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi old son, he's out on town and he's havin' fun
Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi old son, boots and braces are his number one!

Woaah, woaah, he's a Skinhead!
Woaah, woaah, he's a Skinhead!

You can take your stupid thoughts, shove 'em up your arse!
Proud to be a different breed, we're the working class
All we get is victimised, given loads of strife
Skinheads not a fashion, it's a way of life!

He's a Skinhead, nobodies fool, he's a Skinhead!
From head to toe, he's the king of cool, he's a Skinhead!
He's a Skinhead, nobodies fool, he's a Skinhead!
From head to toe, he's the king of cool, he's a Skinhead!