| He was dressed the same as me
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| Doctor Marten boots and turned up jeans
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| Standing alone under Blackpool pier
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| I went over and offered him a beer
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| I was feeling full of love and unity
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| Talking to him about the bands I’d seen
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| Thinking I’d found a kindred spirit
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| Not realising I was putting my foot in it
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| I said I love reggae, I said I love ska
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| He said he loved Skrewdriver
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| He looked a bit puzzled when I didn’t react
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| Kept turning round looking behind his back
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| Then he said that he had somewhere better to be
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| Stood up and walked away from me
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| You can call me naieve, call me stupid
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| I didn’t know people still listened to Nazi music
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| I’m not naieve, I’m not stupid
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| I don’t wanna listen to Nazi music?
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| I love reggae, I love ska
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| Wish I’d never heard of Skrewdriver
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| He had a Nazi salute and a steel-cap boot
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| But him and me share the same roots
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| He had a Nazi salute and a steel-cap boot
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| And me and you share the same roots
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| He had a Nazi salute and a steel-cap boot
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| You and him share the same roots
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| He had a Nazi salute and a steel-cap boot
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| We all share the same roots
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| I love reggae, I love ska
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| Wish I’d never heard of Skrewdriver
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| I love reggae, I love ska
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| I don’t give a fuck about Skrewdriver |