Go south, it's too bad
Just looking at punks will make you mad
It must be hard to cope with life
Without a cause in your head
Go south go south go south go or I'll-
Kill you
Go south go south go south go or I'll-
Kill you
These things suit your taste
There's skinheads here so why aren't you?
Your friends decide who you like
But you don't care, you're just a waste
Go south go south go south go or I'll-
Kill you
Go south go south go south go or I'll-
Kill you
Yeah!
You can plan all you want
The past is going past
Your friends all agree with you
So stick around, you'll be dead
Go south go south go south go or I'll-
Kill you
Go south go south go south go or I'll-
Kill you
Yee-haw!
Staying up on the weekends
Forget the life, and what we've been through
These things aren't things in the f*cking south
Understand the fact, you've got a boot in your mouth
Go south go south go south go or I'll-
Kill you
Go south go south go south go or I'll-
Kill you
Your brain is gone, and your bands are dead
Your time is up, so
Get the f*ck out of here you f*cking pussies!
(Was that good?)
(Yeah, off like shit.)