S.M.D.

Lyrics for S.M.D.

(One, two, three) You don't like the clothes I wear I shave my head or grow my hair What makes you look over here What are you? (Whoa, whoa, hold it, hold it, do it again, fuck) You don't like the clothes I wear I shave my head or grow my hair What makes you look over here What are you queer? Suck my dick Suck my dick Suck my dick You call my music sonic poison Turn it down it's annoyin' But it gives me pleasure to aggravate the ones I hate Suck my dick Suck my dick Suck my dick Start sucking I'm gonna cum Walking down the streets, a bottle grazes off your head From a window someone laughing, spitting on your head Find a weapon bash their skulls in, don't they make you sick Kill these fucking pricks, now Skins and bangers joining fight as one Those who persecute battle 'til they've won Tired of being pressured to join their plastic army You conforming clones will be sorry Ahh! Suck I won't change for anyone My Keep fighting 'til I'm done Dick I got a right to be myself And you can go fuck yourself