It started out so innocent
Seagrams 7, four bottles in hand
We tried to find the local bar
But got wasted in the van
We went back to the hotel
We showered, shaved, and drank some more
Then we went back into town
Still looking for the bar
Then we met some locals
They took us home
They were unaware, they gave us that stare
They didn't know
We found a party going on
We were told that we were welcome to stay
Until we took over their stereo
And blasted Skinhead reggae
Soon the mood of the locals changed
They started giving us the evil eye
Most of the kids that were on the porch
Got scared and went inside
What we didn't know was
The best was yet to come
It would soon be clear
The booze and the beer
Would lead to rough fun!
Three dollars change, all you can drink
Dirk's bar on a Wednesday night
The scene was serene, pretty nice and clean
Until the Skoidats got in sight
Flapjack's causing trouble
And he needed a helping hand
He had to get help from an empty bottle
Because the Skinheads could barely stand
Next thing we know he was ejected
But then we snuck him in the back of the room
He said "You boys better back me up, because
There's going to be trouble soon!"
And the boots went in hard
It was the police…
That gave us that old stiff arm
What we didn't know
Was the cops were just starting their fun
We were unaware there was hate in the air
And we were the targeted ones
Two billy clubs and a broken nose
A tumble down a flight of stairs
A faux gang war and a blue squad car
Toilet paper and broken mirrors
The media victims on a rampage
The cops were the ones who were right
They said "None of you drunken Skinheads
Will leave Breckenridge tonight!"
We will never learn
And we will never return to Breckenridge!