Romper Stomper

Aah!

What did you|run into me for?

I didn't mean it, mate.|That guy pushed me.

What did you|run into me for?

What are you|doing here?

What are|you doing here?

Let me tell|you something.

I want you|to listen to me.

This is not|your country.

Get the yellow f***!

F*** you! F*** you!

Get him!

You like it, gooky boy,|you like it?

F*** off!

Chickenshit.

Where is he, inside?

Yeah. He hasn't|come out yet

but he's expecting you.

That was Pommy Bill.

He's come to help.

Did he hurt you?

No, but he's|been hitting

the roeies again-- the|worst I've ever seen.

Are you|all right?

Perhaps if you stop|struggling, sir.

Have it your way.

You like punching out|little girls, sir?

The junkies like punching up|little girls, do they?

Have you been taking|the phenytoin?

Yeah.

Where is it?

I don't know. I'm busy.

You haven't, have you?

Seizures been bad?

No.

You've got a bloody|chemist's shop here.

The one drug|you really need

you don't|bother with.

I need some|money, Martin.

Missed you badly.

I don't|want that.

Can't you just|be nice to me?

Pick up your things

and let's get|out of here.

You bastard!

I'm going to|f***ing kill you.

I can't stay|with you, Martin.

Come on.

You're the one who|always starts it.

Hey, boys.

Sorry.

The men are here.

The big men|have arrived.

Hey, we need|your muscle.

Rob and Chris|kicked us out.

Three jugs,|Harold.

F***ing Rob|hit me, too.

Stomp him|for us, Davey?

Hey, hey, hey.

Get him out.

I'm not serving any kids--|get him out.

if he doesn't leave,|i'll turn off the beer.

Ooh!

Now!

Come on.

Yeah...

Get your mother|to read you a story.

Piss off, Max.

Go home!

Hey, Rollo|says you had

some gooks in here|last week.

What's it to you?

Why were they here?

It's our place.

No, this is|my f***ing place, mate.

Oh, yeah, but you|had gooks here, eh?

Doesn't bother me.

You got a problem

that's your|f***ing problem.

Who's that?

I don't know.

A space monster,|if you ask me.

You mean|space cadet, love.

Hey, mate,|you going

to give us|a drink?

Come on, mate.|No, give us a drink.

Wow.

That smells like sh*t.

Hey, can we go?

Hey, What did you|just call me?

Hey, what did|you just call me?

Just leave it,|and let's just go home.

Don't lean|on my face.

Yeah, f***ing whatever

I surrender,|you motherf***er.

Gee, look at that jacket.

it's beautiful.

You want that jacket.

Move!

Nice jacket.

Yeah.

I hope it|was worth it.

It's bleeding.

No, it's not|even deep.

Little bit of glass|in it, though.

You want me|to operate?

It's still bleeding.

This is pretty clean.

Oh.

This is home.|Do you like it?

Yeah, what is|this, a squat?

Squat be f***ed,|we pay rent here.

What is this?

Do you love me?

Do you love me?

Oh!

Well, you're awake.

Brought my bag up|from downstairs.

I didn't get to salvage much

from the place|where I was living.

Some idiot tore it all up.

These are for tap dancing, see?

But they don't|fit me anymore.

That's a picture|of my mum.

isn't she beautiful?

Everyone says|I look like her.

I'm not saying|I'm good-looking--

I'm not|saying that--

but we do|look alike.

She's dead now.

It was a car accident.

She had her head chopped off.

I think it's good to be able|to talk about these things

without cracking up, you know?

Besides

I know she's still|with me somehow.

I think that when I have kids

she'll be one of them--|you know, sort of reincarnated.

When you see the yellow scum|coming up the road

Will you turn the other cheek|just like a gutless toad?

Or will you stand|your sacred ground

inform him of the facts

Tell him he's not welcome here|then give him several smacks?

Smack him if he's yellow,|smack him if he's black

Smack him till he fucks off|and doesn't come back...

What are you doing?

F***ing keep your mind

on the f***ing job,|woman!

What?

Hando,|uh, Magoo.

Magoo.

Way to go!

What are you|doing here?

Didn't have time to|tell you we were coming.

Didn't know|we were coming--

forgot to|f***ing stop.

Check this out.

Joined up a couple|of months ago.

What for?

I needed a job,|didn't I?

They put you|through school.

I still get to keep|the hair short.

You're a hippie|with hair that long.

Hey.

I thought you wanted|to shoot guns, mate?

I want to get|into a f***ing sub.

Fire torpedoes.

How are you?

We're the handsome|Canberra boys

come to see the ugly|Melbourne boys.

This is my mate Magoo.

That's Jacqui

and that's Flea.

Hi.

Got something|for you, boys.

Macka pulled it

from the basement|of the war museum.

Standard issue|for the Hitler youth.

Wow!

Cheap alloy.

Not that good--|made in '45

towards the end|of the war.

They were running|out of metal then

weren't they?

I'll take it.

$30.

$40, then.

Ow!

Come on, Davey

you robbed me|of $50, mate.

That's all I got.

All i can stand for.

Come on!

Here. Pay me back|next dole check.

Magoo.

Champ man.

Hey, how's Billy?

Look's all right.

It will be|all right.

I'll change|that bandage later.

He's going to|f***ing kill him.

Any parties happening|in this sh-shitty town?

Pulling on the boots|and tightening up the laces

Shaving our heads|and strapping on the braces

Now you are a skinhead|looking for a fight

Skinhead, skinhead,|running through the night

Skinhead, skinhead,|running through the night

Making lots of trouble,|starting lots of fights

Skinhead, skinhead,|getting really pissed

Skinhead, skinhead,|tattooed on my wrist

Lurking in the laneway,|waiting for the scum

Smash their yellow faces,|kick their f***ing bums

When they plead for mercy,|we will show them none

Skinhead, skinhead,|till the job is done

Skinhead, skinhead,|putting in the boot

Looking for a street fight,|looking for a root

Skinhead, skinhead,|running through the place

Skinhead, skinhead,|stomping on your face

When the coppers see us,|at first they pull their gun

But when they see us come|towards then they start to run

When we wear our badges,|it makes us real proud

Skinhead, skinhead,|shout it out loud

Skinhead, skinhead,|running through the night

Making lots of trouble,|starting lots of fights

Skinhead, skinhead,|getting really pissed

Skinhead, skinhead,|tattooed on my wrist

Skinhead, skinhead,|running through the night

Making lots of trouble,|starting lots of fights

Skinhead, skinhead,|getting really pissed

Skinhead, skinhead,|tattooed on my wrist

Skinhead, skinhead,|putting in the boot

Looking for a street fight,|looking for a root

Skinhead, skinhead,|running through the place

Skinhead, skinhead|stomping on your face!

Skinhead, skinhead

Skinhead, skinhead

Skinhead, skinhead

Skinhead, skinhead

Skinhead, skinhead.

Wow, Bubsy!

Davey, cop a drink?

Nice party, mate.

I've got to get|the first bus back to base.

You enjoy being cannon fodder|for the system?

It's a job.

See you, Hando.

Hey, Flea.

You look|like sh*t, Davey.

Stupid little bugger.

Why do you go in|for all this stuff?

Because I don't want to be a|white coolie in my own country

because it's not|our country anymore

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