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.)