Ska Ska Black Sheep

They say we're just a bunch of hoods.
They say we're up to no damn good.
What makes them so "right," controls their sight?
Wool over their eyes, fluffy & white.

Saucy are wee: Blitzed! Drunk! Plastered!
Ska family: call us bastard!

Can't stand us hanging with the thugs.
Can't sweep us under a soft, clean rug.
Not here to be their token fools.
Just here to play by broken rules.
We follow our hearts, they follow the flock.
We swallow beers, they swallow cock.
Forever in dark of night we'll creep.
Forever we're proud to be...

Black sheep! Black sheep!
Aren't we proud to be...

Do black sheep ever see the light?
Do black sheep ever get quite right?
We're here for passion, lust, and rage.
We're here to bust you out of your cage.
Stomp down this road to hell we've paved.
We're already there we can't be saved.
Or you can live and die enslaved.
We'll be dancing on your fucking grave.