Midwest Stomp

Does anybody know when these boots started growing

Was anybody here or even know a year

All we really know it was sometime in the nineteen eighties

When the boots and braces met the mighty Mississippi

For thirty something years, who knows how many beers

Midwest stomping skinheads will never disappear

We've wrecked all of your towns and you've never been to ours

We know the truth- you can't keep up, with us in our bars

The only time the spotlight's ever on our faces

Is when it's all about some mother fucking racists