Badass motherfuckers Skating on the sidewalk Rad thru the precinct Smashing up the billboards
Ride til you die And skate for your life Crashed out Wheels split either side
Badhead, motherfucker Badhead, shoot that sucker Badhead, riding high Badhead, watch you fly
17th Oct 2025 – I wasn’t really a part of skate culture and no one in our village had a skateboard, preferring BMXs and then motorbikes. Skateboards didn’t make much sense for fun or for transport. I did learn of its connection to punk through The Stupids and some other US bands. I seemed to understand that it was cool and rebellious without particularly knowing why. At least, until a little later when ‘the man’ tried to stop kids skating everywhere.
Watched the movie on the video I wanna go out and down to skid row Yeah baby, you bring out the Manson in me I don’t need your psychiatry
I got sixteen rounds of ammunition I’m set for my expedition In my see-through world of pain Someone’s gonna remember my name
Believe me, you don’t wanna live You were born to die on my trip How do I stop the buzzing sound Maybe the answer lies in the town
I’m getting cold, I need a fire I’m feeling like a crazy live wire Let’s find the kids in school Let them see my real world
Trapped at all directions I want you in my collection It’s time to die and I’m next They’ll remember, and what I left
On August 19, 1987, Michael Ryan embarked on a shooting rampage through his hometown, known as the Hungerford massacre. It was, at the time, the deadliest mass shooting by a single individual in British history and led to major changes in UK firearm laws.
This fire’s burning – crazy inside me Flames licking my very souls Since I started running from it Just can’t seem to keep control
Forever, ever spinning round and round Can’t get my feet to touch the ground Just waiting for a positive notion To stop this wheel in motion
This cruel and heartless life I lead Is shaking me in my boots No possession and always temptation Dividing my from my roots
A fall from grace, a raging wind Blowing my curtains wide open Look through the window of my mind Take a ride, why don’t you come inside?
Wheel spinning forever and on again Endless path of endless lies and no open gates Can’t stand still for the reaper’s fear I know for me that heaven waits
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I walk in shadows and I talk in silence I dictate my abuse and my violence I cry loud and you cry louder I’ll make you itch without a powder
Don’t talk to me about her She is my love, she is my sun She is mine, she is the one She is my love, she is my hope She’ll take my violence when I can’t cope Don’t talk to me about her
I stir the dust and create the wind I use emotions from deep within Cracks in the sidewalk, my hiding place I’ll make you itch when we’re face to face
Don’t talk to me about her She is my love, she is my dream She is mine, she is the cream She is my love, she hides my sin She’ll blinds my violence from deep within Don’t talk to me about her
I have these visions of broken dreams I have to hear my victim’s screams I don’t see what my violence caused So long as I know my problem’s solved
Don’t ask me what it’s all about We’re all just acting roles The life blood and emotions Wrapped in a bag of bones
Don’t kiss me in the morning When the skies are blue I’ll blow your mind by Sunday So you can join me too
I’m tripping over buildings Trapped in your telephones Screaming from the inside Wrapped in a bag of bones
Don’t ask me what’s the meaning Of life and alcohol I sit alone on desert dunes Contemplating the animals
Wrap me in your arms Touch me with your toes A comfort and warming This skinny bag of bones
1st May 2025 – A slight rearrangement of these words in the recording below though they are barely audible. I’m confused at how I managed to jag the saxophone sounding fairly melodic and in tune with the song. I had no idea what I was doing with the thing and it got sold soon after Hate That Smile broke up and I needed money. Written sometime in 1987 these words didn’t get used in a song until 1989.
Wake up in the morning The sun is shining bright Open the curtains To let in the cool white light Light a cigarette Draw in the wispy smoke
Wake up from the darkness of your mind Open your eyes, let your body unwind Memories of old make them hard to find Your new ones will be of the same kind
Something wrong, something right You wake up sweating In the middle of the night Something strange, something new Change of mind Or a change of view?
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