Bugs on their back's
There is an off-beat in the air
then I know I have to care
it feels so good, we all enjoy
except the headbang psycho boy
We skank and move our legs to the feet
we move all our bodies with the off-beat
it smells and it feels like peace on earth
except the headbang psycho boy disturbs
I hate his hair in my face!
I hate his elbow in my waste!
I hate be hit on my legs low or high!
I hope that you gonna die!
Now we're skanking and trembling very wild
his jeans are not wide, they are tight
his caro-shirt is open and wet
it's not from the beer it's the way he sweats
Oops he hit me, oops he kicked me
go far away and "figg di"
please leave me alone I don't care who you are
if you don't my peace turns into war
[ I hate his ... ]
So stop desturbing the fun we have
and join our world and try to laugh
just stop interrupting other people's fun
enjoy the music like Jamaica's sun
Stop the violence, put it in your ass
if you need some trouble don't bother the mass
leave the gig and join the security guard
he is a moron like you and he even hits you hard
