Yeah!

Here's the new face of rock-n'-roll

It's all fighting toe to toe

Hard times come, yeah, the hard times go

When I say, come on, come on

Well, all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure

Scars been stricken on their face

Well, all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure

Scars been stricken on their face

One man's decision brings another's opposition completely unbound

Down on the flats where the seaside meets my lonely old town

Well, all the rudies and skins, well, they're out on the streets

Making their way on the rift

Between the bottles and sex they smash

And they wreck for something to live

Well, all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure

Scars been stricken on their face

Well, all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure

Scars been stricken on their face

Sometimes, you know there's no place to go

But to a long life of crime

Yeah, but it's so wrong to steal someone's very last meal

To profit up a dime

Your poe poes and greys, well, they end up in jail

Gold slingin' cowboys

Well, you took a bite outta the apple of decision

That got ya there, boy

Well, all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure

Scars been stricken on their face

Well, all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure

Scars been stricken on their face

Hooligans and rude boys

I don't want no racial hatred

"Black and white, who are portrayed without bias

These are the people whose voice I want to be..."

I said the hooligans!

Rancid

And bootboys!

Rancid

Hooligans!

Rancid

Bootboys!

Rancid

Well, all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure

Scars been stricken on their face

Well, all the hooligans and bootboys know one thing for sure