| Look upon me like i’m a reject
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| They wouldn’t give it up so i had to earn respect
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| Look upon me like i’m a little weird
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| I’m lost in a zone what am i doing here
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| Tatooed down you call me a freak
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| Strong body, strong mind, but you think i’m weak
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| So what’s the fuken point why should i try
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| I’m never fitting in, i’m not a normal guy
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| D.m.s. |
| — doc martin
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| D.m.s. |
| — skinhead
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| There’s a bunch of misfits that are just like me
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| Fucked up, burnt out, living like a fiend
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| Didn’t care who i was or the color of my skin
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| Open mind, open heart, they just took me in
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| Now these friends are my family
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| Live and die for them, that’s how it’s gotta be
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| And we don’t give a fuck that we’re not like you
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| Cause we’re all part of the dms crew
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| D.m.s. |
| — doc martin
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| D.m.s. |
| — skinhead
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| Try and shun us out of society
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| Turn your back, turn your head, but we’re reality
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| We’re your brothers, we’re daughters, we’re your sons in disguise
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| When will we be accepted, when will you realize
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| That you can’t judge a man by the color of his skin
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| He must be judged from what he is within
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| Until that day, let’s all sit back
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| Society’s rejects, waiting to attack
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| D.m.s. |
| — doc martin
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| D.m.s. |
| — skinhead |