I was fifteen flippin' years young
In the pit I saw a guy get ganged up on
They dragged the poor sap out the club
Never saw him again
But always wanted to know
Why the hell he was done like that
More than one guy on top of one guy all at once
Just how some skinheads act

Keep an eye out for a chicken shit
They travel in packs
Yeah!

Easy as a concussion
Is running your loud mouth over discussion
Yeah, I hear you, oxygen sucking, movie watcher
Self made main character, no director
Might leave in a stretcher
And I'm willing to betcha
That I'm five miles far
By the time you enter, yeah!

Keep an eye out for a chicken shit
They travel in packs
Here we go!