Lyrics:
Skinheads and punks are ready for the fight
They're finally ready to fight for their rights
Boots and braces or spikey hair
Who the fuck do you
I wake up an I go downtown
Got to see who is hangin round
Buy some smokes if I can find the loot
I got holes in my cowboy boots
There's got to be
roads, these broken boots... wont stop
I lay... I lay
Heaven knows... and I know that this is true
You treat a good man the right way and pay his dues
so much
In the grand narrative
Each summer, the boot will be lifted
And the skeptics will slowly crawl back
Noting we've changed
But stab someone in
Dead or alive you're coming with me.
Shower of bullets so I can't see
Take the streets, assemble the fleet
Rolled up jeans and boots on our feet.
The microphone is my credit card
Blowin' your boots off, freeload, you're too soft
Usin' a butcher's knife to make your whole root call
I heard somebody said
and magazines
I still wear faded jeans
Hand-me-down boots that my dad
Gave to me
He didn't need no girl tellin' him
What to do to get through his life
And neither
last moment
Don't let 'em hold you back
Live for today
Nothing to miss
Be your own god
Dead humanist
The current seeks to overtake
Your boots
Oh, the mountains call my name
See the snow in the middle of July
Teach me to dance, throw me around that floor
Cowboy boots and a shot of dark liquor
Plenty bags is what I'm chasing
I do this all the time cause I love counting faces
Why you niggas hating
Tie ya shoes, yo boots better lace em
Cause
I am the one that they wanna be, truth
Dasani my diamonds, I freeze in the booth
Orange and black the Vlone on my boots
Mob with my soldiers, my
Covered in water, you see
How the world, it could be
So leave your drenched boots at the doorway
Hit the lights, open the shades
This ancient spell can't
can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
Spanish boots of Spanish leather
the fuck down, yuh
Slow the fuck down, yuh
Slow the fuck down, yuh
Hop out the Benz and I shoot, yuh
Bloodstains all over my boots, yuh
All of my chains in
I'm outta the chute
Foot in the gas an' a hole in my boot
And I'm outbound, yeah
Gonna see my momma in Santa Fe
I'm over the Hump and I'm on my way
I'm
I say I'm Johnny but I'm really Santa
With my red coat, black boots, and a Fanta
Hiding from y'all with my bandana
It don't work though I'm big
bessere leben geben wir alles auf
Das Boot ist zwar voll, doch wir steigen mit auf
Für das bessere leben, wir setzen alles darauf
Schritt eins, zieh die
supposed to do
You've gave me no time to choose
You're setting me up to loose
I'm starting this race in boots
I could of have rocket shoes
I'm caught in
Waiting for the cold snap
In boots so nice, in close up
Lilywhite performance footwear
How they attract the cold stares
There's nothing here I
Can
foot trip
Downsized drive
Scenic path
Detatchment dies
Loitering hands
Ticks sans tocks
Personal hell
Boots unknocked
Flood shine out the zone
A chomes
uh-oh
Cliffy D
Patah
Dusty Leigh
Ima Show stopper
Country talkin panty dropper
Boot wearing no time for flip floppers
Ain’t stressing god gave
got a fist for you
I've got a boot for you
I'll take no shit from you
What you gonna do
its alright to be a loner
Turn out the lights-bring on the night- oh baby I'm a loner
I got my bags-I got my boots- I got ma wits about me-I got
Baby, I just gotta move
But I'm forbidden to go outside
I got a brand new pair of boots
And a shirt so loud
I wanna show the world how I can slide
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