White Knuckle Driver - Boot Print Lyrics

From the Album: Time Bomb

Let me tell you about a white girl I know
She dated blacks and was a stupid ho
Then one day she got what she deserved
Some skinbirds stomped her on the curb
Chorus
She’s dead/ He’s dead/ They’re dead/ Skinhead
We don’t care that she’s dead now
She’s dead/ He’s dead/ They’re dead/ Skinhead
With a boot print on her head now
She’s dead/ He’s dead/ They’re dead/ Skinhead
Don’t race mix it’s a crime now
She’s dead/ He’s dead/ They’re dead/ Skinhead
Six feet under in the ground now
Verse 2
Let me tell you about a white boy I know
Who wanted to rap and dressed like a Negro
Then he wandered into the right side of town
Where some skinheads beat that wigger down
Verse 3
Let me tell about white family I’ve seen
Who taught their kids to love equally
Filled their minds with bullshit and lies
Their sons a fag and their daughter is doing lines
Verse 4
So what’s the moral of the story that I’ve told?
Be proud of your race and you should rightly so
Stand up tall and keep your head up high
We are skinheads and we will never die


[Thanks to whiteknuckledriver for adding these lyrics]