Trying to figure out just what to do
Wonder what the future holds for you
Being in a cult is part of growing up today
Drifting 'round the streets you're living your life your own way, in your
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Boots and braces, shaven-headed hoards
Boots and braces, fighting 'cos you're bored
Boots and braces, you'll always get the blame
Boots and braces, we'll come in just the same

Wearing your Ben Sherman in the sun
Trying to figure out just who to run
Levi jeans, Doc Marten boots, and just hear the skinhead roar - Skinhead!
No one stands against us, 'cause we've beat 'em all before

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solo

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Try and get you banned from everywhere
'Cos you wear your boots and you cut your hair
They would rather see you in a dirty old Afghan
If you were a Left-wing hippie, you won't face no ban

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