Romper Stomper Page #2

Lurking in the laneway,|waiting for the scum

Smash their yellow faces,|kick their f***ing bums

When they plead for mercy,|we will show them none

Skinhead, skinhead,|till the job is done

Skinhead, skinhead,|putting in the boot

Looking for a street fight,|looking for a root

Skinhead, skinhead,|running through the place

Skinhead, skinhead,|stomping on your face

When the coppers see us,|at first they pull their gun

But when they see us come|towards then they start to run

When we wear our badges,|it makes us real proud

Skinhead, skinhead,|shout it out loud

Skinhead, skinhead,|running through the night

Making lots of trouble,|starting lots of fights

Skinhead, skinhead,|getting really pissed

Skinhead, skinhead,|tattooed on my wrist

Skinhead, skinhead,|running through the night

Making lots of trouble,|starting lots of fights

Skinhead, skinhead,|getting really pissed

Skinhead, skinhead,|tattooed on my wrist

Skinhead, skinhead,|putting in the boot

Looking for a street fight,|looking for a root

Skinhead, skinhead,|running through the place

Skinhead, skinhead|stomping on your face!

Skinhead, skinhead

Skinhead, skinhead

Skinhead, skinhead

Skinhead, skinhead

Skinhead, skinhead.

Wow, Bubsy!

Davey, cop a drink?

Nice party, mate.

I've got to get|the first bus back to base.

You enjoy being cannon fodder|for the system?

It's a job.

See you, Hando.

Hey, Flea.

You look|like sh*t, Davey.

Stupid little bugger.

Why do you go in|for all this stuff?

Because I don't want to be a|white coolie in my own country

because it's not|our country anymore

because rich people|and powerful people

brought in boatloads|of human trash--

cheap labor, gooks mainly

and there's going to be more.

I want people|to know that I'm proud

of my white history|and my white blood.

One day,|it might be all I have.

But I don't want to go|the same way as the f***ing abo.

See that map?

That's all the gook properties|on Barcley Street.

A few years ago,|that was a white area.

Mein Kampf.

You know it?

It's about war, isn't it?

This book was written|by Adolf Hitler

and turned into a joke|by the people

who don't want you to know|Hitler's view of the world.

It's simply about the ongoing|struggle of the white race

and the enemies it faces.

if you don't know|who the enemy is

you can't|win the war.

Listen.

"AII the noble cultures|of the past declined

"because the purity and vigor

"of the originally|created race faded out.

"They were|compromised

"by the seed|of lesser races

"who were attracted|to the works

of the superior men."

"The undeniable reason|for their decline was then

"due to a kind|of racial blood poisoning.

"Racial blood must,|then, be preserved

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