These days

Saturday night out in the city
Skinheads having fun with girls so pretty
Shouting and rocking on the dance floor
Until we get kicked out of the pub's door

Chorus:
That's how I wanna live my life
Always stand on the edge of the knife
As long as blood runs in my veins
I'm so fucking proud of these days

On our way to the next place
We slashed up a few commie bastards face
I see in the gutter a bleeding red
Oh god how good it feels to be a skinhead

In the next pub party's getting wild
Skinheads on the table shouting hail hail
Everbody's singing Mistreat's song
The party continues all night long

Sunday morning I feel so bad
The worst hangover that I ever had
I can't get myself out of bed
But still it feels so good to be a skinhead