Romantic Violence

I'm in love with you and you know it's true
With your bleached white fringe
And doc marten shoes
I love my race and my country too
For these three things
There is nothing i won't do

Romantic violence

When you cropped your hair
You were just fifteen
A shining new star on the skinhead scene
Crashing parties, nights at the bar
Trashing commies at shows just for fun

Together we will be until the end of time
And you can tell the whole world
That you are all mine
We'll get a little place, and raise a family
In a proud white world - how grand it will be