Skinhead in the desert

Looking for trouble

Shouting and ranting

Spreading the hate

no one is listening

Red faced

hot under the collar

marching on

Through dust and scrub

Checked shirt

Oxblood boots

Blisters forming

On his tattood arms

Skinhead in the desert

Lost in his ways

No one to hear your shouting

no one cares

alone with your thoughts

no one to back you up

sunburned skinhead

bet you wish you had hair now