I was fifteen flippin' years young In the pit I saw a guy get ganged up on They dragged the poor sap out the club Never saw him again But always wanted to know Why the hell he was done like that More than one guy on top of one guy all at once Just how some skinheads act Keep an eye out for a chicken shit They travel in packs Yeah! ♪ Easy as a concussion Is running your loud mouth over discussion Yeah, I hear you, oxygen sucking, movie watcher Self made main character, no director Might leave in a stretcher And I'm willing to betcha That I'm five miles far By the time you enter, yeah! Keep an eye out for a chicken shit They travel in packs Here we go!