S.m.d. (Suck My Dick)

You don't like the clothes I wearI'll shave my head or grow my hairWhat makes you cook over hereWhat are you queer?S.M.D. [3 times]You call my music sonic poisonTurn it's down it's annoyingBut it gives me pleasure to aggravateThe ones I hateWalking down the streets a bottleGrazes off your headFrom a window someone laughingSpitting on your headFind a weapon bash their skulls inDon't they make you sickKill these fucking pricksShins and bangers joining fight or oneThose who persecute battle 'til they've wonTired to being pressuredTo join their plastic armyYou conforming clones will be sorrySuckI won't change for anyoneMyKeep fighting 'til I'm doneDickI got right to be myselfAnd you can go fuck yourself