Guilty as charged
But dammit it ain't right
There's someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me
Who made you God to say
I'll take your life from you!!
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flame
Wait for the sign
To flick the switch of death
It's the beginnign of the end
Sweat chilling cold
As I watch death unfold
Consciousness my only friend
My fingers grip with fear
What am I doing here?
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
I can feel the flame
Someone help me
Oh please God help me
They're trying to take it all away
I don't want to die
Time moving slow
The minutes seem like hours
The final curtain call I see
How true is this?
Just get it over with
If this is true just let it be
Wakened by horrid scream
Freed from this frightening dream
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flame
No life till leather
We are gonna kick some ass tonight
We got the metal madness
When our fans start screaming
It's right well alright
When we start to rock
We never want to stop again
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
You know our fans are insane
We are gonna blow this place away
with volume higher
Than anything today the only way
When we start to rock
We never want to stop again
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
With all our screaming
We are gonna rip right through your brain
We got the lethal power
It is causing you sweet pain Oh sweet pain
When we start to rock
We never want to stop again
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Mot värk och feber en effektiv vän.
Smärtstillande, febernedsättande.
Jag är Ipren, helt enkelt intelligent.
Jag har anti-inflammatoriska egenskaper.
Bra mot muskelvärk, ledvärk och ryggvärk.
En Ipren 400 milligram hjälper oftast bättre än
två receptfria tabletter med paracetamol, t.ex. Alvedon.
Vid huvudvärk, mensvärk och tandvärk.
Jag är Ipren, den intelligenta värktabletten!
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
Subdivisions ---
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions ---
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights...
Landlady (Terry Jones): Hello, Mr and Mrs Johnson, isn't it?
Mr Johnson (Eric Idle): Yes, that's right. Yes.
Landlady: Oh, come on in. Excuse me not shaking hands, I've just been putting a bit of lard on the cat's boil. (Door closes)
Johnson: Very nice.
Landlady: Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?
Johnson: Yes, well, we usually reckon on five and a half hours and it took us six hours and 53 minutes, with a 25 minute wait at Frampton Cottrell to stretch our legs; only we had to wait half an hour to get onto the M5 at Droitwich.
Landlady: Really?
Johnson: Then there was a three mile queue just before Bridgewater on the A38. We usually come round on the B3339, you see, just before Bridgewater.
Landlady: Yeah. Really?
Johnson: We decided to risk it 'cause they always say they're going to widen it there. Yes, well just by the intersection there where the A372 joins up. There's plenty of room to widen it there, there's only grass verges. They could get another six feet, knock down that hospital. Then we took the coast road through Williton - we got all the Taunton traffic on the A358 from Crowcombe and Stogumber.
Landlady: Well you must be dying for a cup of tea.
Johnson: Well, wouldn't say no, long as it's warm and wet.
Landlady: Well come on in the lounge, I'm just about to serve afternoon tea.
Johnson: Very nice.
Landlady: Come on in, Mr and Mrs Johnson and meet Mr and Mrs Phillips.
Mr Phillips (Terry Gilliam): Good afternoon.
Johnson: Good afternoon.
Landlady: It's their third year with us; we can't keep you away, can we? And over here is Mr Hilter.
(In the corner are three German generals in full Nazi uniform, poring over a map.)
Hilter (Cleese with heavy German accent): Ach. Ha! Gut time, er, gut afternoon.
Landlady: Oho, planning a little excursion, eh, Mr Hilter?
Hilter: Ja, ja, ve haff a little... (to Palin) was ist Abweise bewegen?
Bimmler (Michael Palin, also with German accent): Hiking.
Hilter: Ah yes, ve make a little *hike* for Bideford.
Johnson: Ah yes. Well, you'll want the A39. Oh, no, you've got the wrong map there. This is Stalingrad. You want the Ilfracombe and Barnstaple section.
Hilter: Ah! Stalingrad! Ha ha ha, Heinri...Reginald, you have the wrong map here you silly old leg-before-vicket English person.
Landlady: Oh, lucky Mr Johnson pointed that out. You wouldn't have had much fun in Stalingrad, would you? Ha ha. (stony silence) I said, you wouldn't have had much fun in Stalingrad, would you?
Hilter: Not much fun in Stalingrad, no.
Landlady: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't introduce you. This is Ron. Ron Vibbentrop.
Johnson: Oh, not Von Ribbentrop, eh?
Vibbentrop (Graham Chapman, with German Accent): Nein! Nein! Oh. Ha ha. Different other chap. I in Somerset am being born. Von Ribbentrop is born Gotterdammerstrasse 46, Dusseldorf Vest 8.....so they say!
Landlady: And this is the quiet one, Mr Bimmler, Heinrich Bimmler.
Bimmler: How do you do there squire? I also am not of Minehead being born but I in your Peterborough Lincolnshire was given birth to. But am staying in Peterborough Lincolnshire house all time during vor, due to jolly old running sores, and vos unable to go in the streets or to go visit football matches or go to Nuremburg. Ha ha. Am retired vindow cleaner and pacifist, without doing war crimes. Oh...and am glad England vin Vorld Cup. Bobby Charlton. Martin Peters. And eating I am lots of chips and fish and hole in the toads and Dundee cakes on Piccadilly Line, don't you know old chap, vot! And I vos head of Gestapo for ten years. (Hilter elbows him in the ribs) Ah! Five years! (Hilter elbows him again, harder) Nein! No! Oh. Was NOT head of Gestapo AT ALL! I was not, I make joke! (laughs)
Landlady: Oh, Mr Bimmler. You do have us on! (Telephone rings) Oh excuse me. I must just go and answer that.
Johnson: How long are you down here for, Mr Hilter, just the fortnight?
Hilter: Vot you ask that for, are you a spy or something? Get on against the wall, Britischer Pig, you are going to die!
Bimmler: Take it easy, Dickie old chum!
Vibbentrop: I'm sorry Mr. Johnson, he's a bit on edge. He hasn't slept since 1945.
Hilter: I am not a racialist, but...and dis is a big but...the National Bocialist party says that das (stream of German).
Bimmler: Mr Hitler (Hilter slaps him)...Hilter says historically Taunton is a part of Minehead already!
Hilter: Und der Minehead ist nicht die letze (stream of German)...in die Welt!
Crowd: Sieg Heil.
(Cut to interviews on the street)
Yokel (Chapman): I don't like the sound of these 'ere Boncentration Bamps.
Woman (Idle): Well, I gave him my baby to kiss, and he bit it in the head!
Upper class (Cleese): Well, I think he'd do a lot of good to the Stock Exchange.
Woman (Cleese): No! No!
Himmler (in disguise): Oh yes Britisher pals, he is wunderbar-ful.
Pepperpot (Jones):
Gumby (Jones): I think he's got beautiful legs.
Conservative (Chapman): (droning) Well... speaking as the Conservative candidate I just drone on and on and on and on without letting anyone else get a word in edgeways, until I start foaming at the mouth and falling over backwards. Ooo-aaahhh. (THUD)
(Cut back to 'Spectrum' host)
Host (Michael Palin): Foam at the mouth and fall over backwards. Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth? Tonight's 'Spectrum' examines the whole question of frothing and falling, coughing and calling, screaming and bawling, walling and stalling, brawling and mauling, falling and hauling, trawling and squalling, and zalling. Zalling. It isn't even a word zalling. If it is what does it mean? If it isn't what does it mean? Perhaps both, maybe neither. What do I mean by the word 'mean'? What do I mean by the word 'word'? What do I mean by 'what do I mean'? What do I mean by 'do' and what do I do by 'mean'? And what do I do by do by do and what do I mean by wasting your time like this? Good night.
On a world flight late one night
He left his friends, he left his wife
Far to the east, destination unknown
Doesn't even know where to call his home
Thought he had it bad back on the block
Knocking down pints with no afterthought
Now he's far away in some foreign land
He took for granted all he had
CHORUS
Over the Sea of Japan (x2)
He left his freedom, he left his land
Over the Sea of Japan
12 beers later and the sun in his face
It's not a bad dream, he's really in this place
360 days to some, but they're not in the land of the morning calm.
Walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine
Looking for some aggro just to pass the time
We met a stupid hippie who tried to run away
I punched him in the nose just to pass the time of day
Great big boots great long laces
Jeans held up by scarlet braces
Get out of our way or get took for a ride
We've just got violence in our minds
In our minds we got violence in our minds
Wake up in the morning I have me Ready Brek
I drink me cup of Bovril and wring me mother's neck
I stroll into town beat a soulboy black and blue
Put fruit gum in the meter 'cos there's nothing else to do
We go to football matches we always have a laugh
We always get some bovver in before the second half
We really have a smashing time we really have some fun
Especially when the odds are ours 25 to 1, to 1
Oh fuck me with a god damn chainsaw. Fucking HTML posting. I hate you. Let's try that again. I want to shoot someone.
The Templars - Skinsn & Punks
Doesn't matter if you know how to play
Doesn't matter whatcha have to say
Just get together with your friends
Fast loud music's not a fashion trend
CHORUS
So come on Skinheads with your booted feet - Skins and Punks
Come on Punks come join in - Skins and Punks
Up and down like a pogo stick - Skins and Punks
Doesn't matter if you know how to dance
Come on kids, come take a chance
Everyone to the dance floor
Shout Oi! Oi! Oi! if you want some more
CHORUS
Doesn't matter who you are
Stick with us we're gonna go far
Get together with your friends
Fast loud music's not a fashion trend
Hello, folks. My first post with this new account was interrupted by a dumbfuck who insisted I answer a stupid car question. Oh god I need to get out of here. Anyway...
The Templars - Skins & Punks
Doesn't matter if you know how to play
Doesn't matter whatcha have to say
Just get together with your friends
Fast loud music's not a fashion trend
CHORUS
So come on Skinheads with your booted feet - Skins and Punks
Come on Punks come join in - Skins and Punks
Up and down like a pogo stick - Skins and Punks
Doesn't matter if you know how to dance
Come on kids, come take a chance
Everyone to the dance floor
Shout Oi! Oi! Oi! if you want some more
CHORUS
Doesn't matter who you are
Stick with us we're gonna go far
Get together with your friends
Fast loud music's not a fashion trend
CHORUS
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Metallica - Ride the Lightning
Guilty as charged
But dammit it ain't right
There's someone else controlling me
Death in the air
Strapped in the electric chair
This can't be happening to me
Who made you God to say
I'll take your life from you!!
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flame
Wait for the sign
To flick the switch of death
It's the beginnign of the end
Sweat chilling cold
As I watch death unfold
Consciousness my only friend
My fingers grip with fear
What am I doing here?
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
I can feel the flame
Someone help me
Oh please God help me
They're trying to take it all away
I don't want to die
Time moving slow
The minutes seem like hours
The final curtain call I see
How true is this?
Just get it over with
If this is true just let it be
Wakened by horrid scream
Freed from this frightening dream
Flash before my eyes
Now it's time to die
Burning in my brain
I can feel the flame
Metallica - Hit The Lights
No life till leather
We are gonna kick some ass tonight
We got the metal madness
When our fans start screaming
It's right well alright
When we start to rock
We never want to stop again
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
You know our fans are insane
We are gonna blow this place away
with volume higher
Than anything today the only way
When we start to rock
We never want to stop again
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
With all our screaming
We are gonna rip right through your brain
We got the lethal power
It is causing you sweet pain Oh sweet pain
When we start to rock
We never want to stop again
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Hit the lights
Ipren - Den intelligenta värktabletten
Jag är Ipren den intelligenta värktabletten!
Mot värk och feber en effektiv vän.
Smärtstillande, febernedsättande.
Jag är Ipren, helt enkelt intelligent.
Jag har anti-inflammatoriska egenskaper.
Bra mot muskelvärk, ledvärk och ryggvärk.
En Ipren 400 milligram hjälper oftast bättre än
två receptfria tabletter med paracetamol, t.ex. Alvedon.
Vid huvudvärk, mensvärk och tandvärk.
Jag är Ipren, den intelligenta värktabletten!
Heh. I had to paste SOMETHING early so I just opened up the first random file in ~/txt/lyrics I could find. Sorry. I'll find something better later.
Rush - Subdivisions
Sprawling on the fringes of the city
In geometric order
An insulated border
In between the bright lights
And the far unlit unknown
Growing up it all seems so one-sided
Opinions all provided
The future pre-decided
Detached and subdivided
In the mass production zone
Nowhere is the dreamer
Or the misfit so alone
Subdivisions ---
In the high school halls
In the shopping malls
Conform or be cast out
Subdivisions ---
In the basement bars
In the backs of cars
Be cool or be cast out
Any escape might help to smooth
The unattractive truth
But the suburbs have no charms to soothe
The restless dreams of youth
Drawn like moths we drift into the city
The timeless old attraction
Cruising for the action
Lit up like a firefly
Just to feel the living night
Some will sell their dreams for small desires
Or lose the race to rats
Get caught in ticking traps
And start to dream of somewhere
To relax their restless flight
Somewhere out of a memory
Of lighted streets on quiet nights...
The North Minehead Bye-Election
...Hilter says historically Taunton is a part of Minehead already!
Knock. Door opens.
Landlady (Terry Jones): Hello, Mr and Mrs Johnson, isn't it?
Mr Johnson (Eric Idle): Yes, that's right. Yes.
Landlady: Oh, come on in. Excuse me not shaking hands, I've just been putting a bit of lard on the cat's boil. (Door closes)
Johnson: Very nice.
Landlady: Oh, you must be tired. It's a long drive from Coventry, isn't it?
Johnson: Yes, well, we usually reckon on five and a half hours and it took us six hours and 53 minutes, with a 25 minute wait at Frampton Cottrell to stretch our legs; only we had to wait half an hour to get onto the M5 at Droitwich.
Landlady: Really?
Johnson: Then there was a three mile queue just before Bridgewater on the A38. We usually come round on the B3339, you see, just before Bridgewater.
Landlady: Yeah. Really?
Johnson: We decided to risk it 'cause they always say they're going to widen it there. Yes, well just by the intersection there where the A372 joins up. There's plenty of room to widen it there, there's only grass verges. They could get another six feet, knock down that hospital. Then we took the coast road through Williton - we got all the Taunton traffic on the A358 from Crowcombe and Stogumber.
Landlady: Well you must be dying for a cup of tea.
Johnson: Well, wouldn't say no, long as it's warm and wet.
Landlady: Well come on in the lounge, I'm just about to serve afternoon tea.
Johnson: Very nice.
Landlady: Come on in, Mr and Mrs Johnson and meet Mr and Mrs Phillips.
Mr Phillips (Terry Gilliam): Good afternoon.
Johnson: Good afternoon.
Landlady: It's their third year with us; we can't keep you away, can we? And over here is Mr Hilter.
(In the corner are three German generals in full Nazi uniform, poring over a map.)
Hilter (Cleese with heavy German accent): Ach. Ha! Gut time, er, gut afternoon.
Landlady: Oho, planning a little excursion, eh, Mr Hilter?
Hilter: Ja, ja, ve haff a little... (to Palin) was ist Abweise bewegen?
Bimmler (Michael Palin, also with German accent): Hiking.
Hilter: Ah yes, ve make a little *hike* for Bideford.
Johnson: Ah yes. Well, you'll want the A39. Oh, no, you've got the wrong map there. This is Stalingrad. You want the Ilfracombe and Barnstaple section.
Hilter: Ah! Stalingrad! Ha ha ha, Heinri...Reginald, you have the wrong map here you silly old leg-before-vicket English person.
Bimmler: I'm sorry mein Fuhrer, mein (cough) mein Dickie old chum.
Landlady: Oh, lucky Mr Johnson pointed that out. You wouldn't have had much fun in Stalingrad, would you? Ha ha. (stony silence) I said, you wouldn't have had much fun in Stalingrad, would you?
Hilter: Not much fun in Stalingrad, no.
Landlady: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't introduce you. This is Ron. Ron Vibbentrop.
Johnson: Oh, not Von Ribbentrop, eh?
Vibbentrop (Graham Chapman, with German Accent): Nein! Nein! Oh. Ha ha. Different other chap. I in Somerset am being born. Von Ribbentrop is born Gotterdammerstrasse 46, Dusseldorf Vest 8.....so they say!
Landlady: And this is the quiet one, Mr Bimmler, Heinrich Bimmler.
Bimmler: How do you do there squire? I also am not of Minehead being born but I in your Peterborough Lincolnshire was given birth to. But am staying in Peterborough Lincolnshire house all time during vor, due to jolly old running sores, and vos unable to go in the streets or to go visit football matches or go to Nuremburg. Ha ha. Am retired vindow cleaner and pacifist, without doing war crimes. Oh...and am glad England vin Vorld Cup. Bobby Charlton. Martin Peters. And eating I am lots of chips and fish and hole in the toads and Dundee cakes on Piccadilly Line, don't you know old chap, vot! And I vos head of Gestapo for ten years. (Hilter elbows him in the ribs) Ah! Five years! (Hilter elbows him again, harder) Nein! No! Oh. Was NOT head of Gestapo AT ALL! I was not, I make joke! (laughs)
Landlady: Oh, Mr Bimmler. You do have us on! (Telephone rings) Oh excuse me. I must just go and answer that.
Johnson: How long are you down here for, Mr Hilter, just the fortnight?
Hilter: Vot you ask that for, are you a spy or something? Get on against the wall, Britischer Pig, you are going to die!
Bimmler: Take it easy, Dickie old chum!
Vibbentrop: I'm sorry Mr. Johnson, he's a bit on edge. He hasn't slept since 1945.
Hilter: Shut your cake-hole, you Nazi!
Vibbentrop: Cool it, Fuhrer cat!
Bimmler: Ha ha, the fun we have!
Johnson: Haven't I seen him on the television?
Hilter, Vibbentrop, Bimmler: (hastily) Nicht. Nein. No.
Johnson: Simon Dee show, or was it Frosty?
Hilter, Vibbentrop, Bimmler: Nein. No.
Landlady: Telephone, Mr Hilter. It's Mr McGoering from the Bell and Compasses. He says he's found a place where you can hire bombers by the hour...?
Hilter: If he opens his big mouth again, it's Lapschig time!
Bimmler: Shut up! Ha ha, hire bombers! He's a joker, that Scottish person.
Vibbentrop: Good old Norman!
Landlady (to Johnson): He's on the phone the whole time nowadays
Johnson: In business, is he?
Bimmler: Soon, baby!
Landlady: Of course it's his big day Thursday. They've been planning it for months.
Johnson: What's happening then?
Landlady: Well it's the North Minehead bye-election. Mr Hilter's standing as the National Bocialist candidate. He's got wonderful plans for Minehead!
Johnson: Like what?
Landlady: Well, for a start he wants to annex Poland.
Johnson: Oh, North Minehead's Conservative, isn't it?
Landlady: Well, yes, he gets a lot of people at his rallies.
Johnson: Rallies?
LandLady: Well, they're Bocialist meetings down at the Axis Cafe on Rosedale Road.
(Short scene cut: huge crowds outside going "Sieg Heil. Sieg Heil. Sieg Heil.")
Hilter: I am not a racialist, but...and dis is a big but...the National Bocialist party says that das (stream of German).
Bimmler: Mr Hitler (Hilter slaps him)
Hilter: Und der Minehead ist nicht die letze (stream of German)...in die Welt!
Crowd: Sieg Heil.
(Cut to interviews on the street)
Yokel (Chapman): I don't like the sound of these 'ere Boncentration Bamps.
Woman (Idle): Well, I gave him my baby to kiss, and he bit it in the head!
Upper class (Cleese): Well, I think he'd do a lot of good to the Stock Exchange.
Woman (Cleese): No! No!
Himmler (in disguise): Oh yes Britisher pals, he is wunderbar-ful.
Pepperpot (Jones):
Gumby (Jones): I think he's got beautiful legs.
Conservative (Chapman): (droning) Well... speaking as the Conservative candidate I just drone on and on and on and on without letting anyone else get a word in edgeways, until I start foaming at the mouth and falling over backwards. Ooo-aaahhh. (THUD)
(Cut back to 'Spectrum' host)
Host (Michael Palin): Foam at the mouth and fall over backwards. Is he foaming at the mouth to fall over backwards or falling over backwards to foam at the mouth? Tonight's 'Spectrum' examines the whole question of frothing and falling, coughing and calling, screaming and bawling, walling and stalling, brawling and mauling, falling and hauling, trawling and squalling, and zalling. Zalling. It isn't even a word zalling. If it is what does it mean? If it isn't what does it mean? Perhaps both, maybe neither. What do I mean by the word 'mean'? What do I mean by the word 'word'? What do I mean by 'what do I mean'? What do I mean by 'do' and what do I do by 'mean'? And what do I do by do by do and what do I mean by wasting your time like this? Good night.
Alice In Chains - Nutshell
We chase misprinted lies
We face the path of time
And yet I fight
And yet I fight
This battle all alone
No one to cry to
No place to call home
Oooh...Oooh...
Oooh...Oooh...
My gift of self is raped
My privacy is raked
And yet I find
And yet I find
Repeating in my head
If I can't be my own
I'd feel better dead
Oooh...Oooh...
Oooh...Oooh...
The Templars - Land Of The Morning Calm
On a world flight late one night
He left his friends, he left his wife
Far to the east, destination unknown
Doesn't even know where to call his home
Thought he had it bad back on the block
Knocking down pints with no afterthought
Now he's far away in some foreign land
He took for granted all he had
CHORUS
Over the Sea of Japan (x2)
He left his freedom, he left his land
Over the Sea of Japan
12 beers later and the sun in his face
It's not a bad dream, he's really in this place
360 days to some, but they're not in the land of the morning calm.
CHORUS
Repeat first & second verse
CHORUS
The Last Resort - VIOLENCE IN OUR MINDS
Walking down the road with a dozen pals of mine
Looking for some aggro just to pass the time
We met a stupid hippie who tried to run away
I punched him in the nose just to pass the time of day
Great big boots great long laces
Jeans held up by scarlet braces
Get out of our way or get took for a ride
We've just got violence in our minds
In our minds we got violence in our minds
Wake up in the morning I have me Ready Brek
I drink me cup of Bovril and wring me mother's neck
I stroll into town beat a soulboy black and blue
Put fruit gum in the meter 'cos there's nothing else to do
We go to football matches we always have a laugh
We always get some bovver in before the second half
We really have a smashing time we really have some fun
Especially when the odds are ours 25 to 1, to 1
Oh fuck me with a god damn chainsaw. Fucking HTML posting. I hate you. Let's try that again. I want to shoot someone.
The Templars - Skinsn & Punks
Doesn't matter if you know how to play
Doesn't matter whatcha have to say
Just get together with your friends
Fast loud music's not a fashion trend
CHORUS
So come on Skinheads with your booted feet - Skins and Punks
Come on Punks come join in - Skins and Punks
Up and down like a pogo stick - Skins and Punks
Doesn't matter if you know how to dance
Come on kids, come take a chance
Everyone to the dance floor
Shout Oi! Oi! Oi! if you want some more
CHORUS
Doesn't matter who you are
Stick with us we're gonna go far
Get together with your friends
Fast loud music's not a fashion trend
CHORUS
Hello, folks. My first post with this new account was interrupted by a dumbfuck who insisted I answer a stupid car question. Oh god I need to get out of here. Anyway... The Templars - Skins & Punks Doesn't matter if you know how to play Doesn't matter whatcha have to say Just get together with your friends Fast loud music's not a fashion trend CHORUS So come on Skinheads with your booted feet - Skins and Punks Come on Punks come join in - Skins and Punks Up and down like a pogo stick - Skins and Punks Doesn't matter if you know how to dance Come on kids, come take a chance Everyone to the dance floor Shout Oi! Oi! Oi! if you want some more CHORUS Doesn't matter who you are Stick with us we're gonna go far Get together with your friends Fast loud music's not a fashion trend CHORUS