Listen up all you skaghead, sewer rats, gangsters,
Villains and whores, the dark figures from the shadows,
Crept up from behind, where they brandished a gun,
Pointed directly at his face,
And they shuddered at the sight when the words were spoken,
"Go ahead, son, but you're making a big mistake,"
As the coolness of the night reflected off the cobblestone roads,
And silence took over, he said:
"Do you know who the f*** I am?"