Tattoos

Oh it's payday, yes, it's payday
I got my paycheque from the man
There's not so many jobs that I can get these days
With these marks all over my hands
But I'm gonna take that cheque
I'm gonna head across the track
To the wrong side of this town
I'm gonna open the door
I'm gonna bask in the roar
Of that familiar buzzing needle sound
Because the ink in my skin
Where the needle went in
However many years ago
Has left marks on my arms
And they say who I am
Everywhere that I go
Some people have none
Some people have one that they're ashamed of
Most people think that we're fools
Some people don't get it
And some people don't care
Some of us, we have tattoos
Oh it's fading, yes it's fading
Some of the things that I believed back then
Yes my skin has started sagging
And the ink has started running
And I've got body tattoos of people who aren't my friends
Oh I've even got black X's from back when I was straight edge
So crack open beer friends and let's make a pledge:
If we had the luck to live our lives a second time through;
We'd be sure to get the same tattoos
Because the ink in my skin
Where the needle went in
However many years ago
Has left marks on my arms
And they say who I am
Everywhere that I go
Some people have none
Some people have one that they're ashamed of
Most people think that we're fools
Some people don't get it
And some people don't care
Some of us, we have tattoos
We've got hearts for the lovers and playing cards for the gamblers
Black flag bars for the punks, sailing ships for the ramblers
We've got skulls for the living and the pain pays our dues
Some of us we have tattoos
Oh, some of us we have tattoos
Oh, some of us we have tattoos
Yeah, some of us we have tattoos