Lyrics

Go south, it's too bad Just looking at punks will make you mad It must be hard to cope with life Without a cause in your head Go south go south go south go or I'll- Kill you Go south go south go south go or I'll- Kill you These things suit your taste There's skinheads here so why aren't you? Your friends decide who you like But you don't care, you're just a waste Go south go south go south go or I'll- Kill you Go south go south go south go or I'll- Kill you Yeah! You can plan all you want The past is going past Your friends all agree with you So stick around, you'll be dead Go south go south go south go or I'll- Kill you Go south go south go south go or I'll- Kill you Yee-haw! Staying up on the weekends Forget the life, and what we've been through These things aren't things in the fucking south Understand the fact, you've got a boot in your mouth Go south go south go south go or I'll- Kill you Go south go south go south go or I'll- Kill you Your brain is gone, and your bands are dead Your time is up, so Get the fuck out of here you fucking pussies! (Was that good?) (Yeah, off like shit.)