We had just heard the last school bells,
One afternoon in June;
We hailed the sunny summer days
Out of the barracoon.
A glorious summer for the gang,
T’was time for girls and beer;
And on the streets of Winnipeg
We all would share good cheer.
We shaved our heads, we got tattoos,
We polished our new boots;
To be united we took oath,
In parks we’d hold our moots.
We all were of the working class,
Our nation was our pride;
We were no punks, we took no drugs,
Subhumans wouldn’t bide.
But most of all we hunted fun,
Not playing barracat;
We were too old, too young for cards,
We wanted some good ska.
We went to bars to dance at night,
In parks we’d spend our days;
And everyday we had good sport,
And stayed away from frays.
One July night, it all did change
When our fanfaronade
The cops would halt to take us all
In for a bastinade.
With what they charged us, we’d soon know
Once we were thrown in cells;
For murder, trial we would face,
Then yes, we missed school bells.
A black man bludgeoned to his death
In downtown alley found;
A skinhead gang had been seen there,
And now we were stormbound.
From cops, whatever we would say,
All that we met was jeer;
Some screamed at us, some our skulls thumped,
And some would even fleer.
To jail we’d now be junketeers,
The chief would bawl at us;
We’d get no lawyer, make no call,
We were in such a muss.
First they took Ron for questioning,
Then we were called in turns;
The boys came back in blood and tears,
On Betty’s cheeks, cig burns.
They spoke no word, yet I could tell
They’d suffered much aggression;
What I next saw, beyond belief,
They’d all signed their confession.
He offered me to do the same
And thus avoid his truncheon;
I had a minute to decide
Or he would miss his luncheon.
I didn’t sign, he went berserk,
His punches thumped my ears;
His truncheon fell and ended my
They threw me back in iron cage,
We had new company;
A pride of elder skins arraigned,
Here for same felony.
One told us how they’d killed the man,
Said he had raped his sister;
They talked of white supremacy
And worshiped Adolf Hitler.
The cops they heard, yet left us there
At least another hour;
They fed us tales, said old inmates
Our arses would deflower.
Then to the street we were sent back
Of how we’d soon be thrown in jail
Got much tautology.
We shan’t be there for fall school bells,
No we shan’t be around;
We’re northward bound, we shan’t be back
Forever we’re stormbound.