Yeah!
Here's the new face of rock-n'-roll!
It's about fightin' toe to toe
Hard times come, yeah the hard times go
When I say, come on, come on

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys
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 youngtown

Well all the rudies and skins
Well they're out on the streets
Making the way on the dole
Between the bottles and sex
They smash and they wreck
For something to live

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys
Know one thing for sure
Scars been stricken on their face

Sometimes you know there's no place
To go but a long life of crime
Yeah but it's so wrong
To steal someone's very last meal
To profit up a dime

Your po-po's and greys
Well they end up in jail
Gonna swing the cowboys

Well you took a bite
Outta the apple of decision
That got ya there boy

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys
Know one thing for sure
Scars been stricken on their face

Hooligans and rudeboys
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 rudeboys!
Rancid hooligans!
Rancid rudeboys!
Rancid

Well all the hooligans and rudeboys
know one thing for sure
Scars been stricken on their face

Ahhh ahhhh ahhhhhh ...