Oh-oh, yeah, Rusthead!
Stitch it up, print it out, on the south side of the town
Leather jackets, patched-up jeans, we're the underground crown
Down on the south side where the streets are mean
Rusthead's the haven for the punk rock scene
Screen printing rebels with an artful touch
Making more than just apparel, it's a movement, it's a rush
The boys in blue, they're on the prowl
But we're too busy living, too punk to throw in the towel
With every shirt we press, every hat we stitch
We're the voice of the voiceless, the anthem for the niche
Rusthead, Rusthead, rebellion's in our thread
Inking our defiance, in every color - mostly red!
Rusthead, Rusthead, our spirit's never dead
We're the skins and punks united, just like we always said
Drinking and fighting, it's just a Friday night
But at Rusthead, we're crafting our armor for the fight
Against the norms, the system, the everyday grind
Our shirts scream our message, leaving subtlety behind
We don't wanna die for our government's lies
We wear our hearts on tees, not on our sleeves, no disguise
Rusthead's our fortress on the south side streets
Where the sound of the press is our battle beat
Rusthead, Rusthead, rebellion's in our thread
Inking our defiance, in every color - mostly red!
Rusthead, Rusthead, our spirit's never dead
We're the skins and punks united, just like we always said
Leather and denim, needles and ink
We're louder than bombs, won't let this ship sink
From bags to the banners, our message is clear
Rusthead's the bastion of punk, year after year
When the night falls heavy on the south side lanes
Rusthead's still buzzing with the punk rock veins
The city may sleep but we're wide awake
Printing revolution for the people's sake
So raise your fists, and let's unite
Rusthead's the beacon in the darkest night
Skins and punks, we stand as one
Under the banner of Rusthead, we're never done
Rusthead, Rusthead, rebellion's in our thread
Inking our defiance, in every color - mostly red!
Rusthead, Rusthead, our spirit's never dead
We're the skins and punks united, just like we always said
Oh-oh, Rusthead!
Keep the presses rolling, keep the spirit fed
On the south side of town, we'll forever tread
Rusthead, Rusthead, forever in our head!