[Produced By Rich Costey] Oh, it's payday, yes, it's payday I got my pay cheque 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 [Chorus] 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 and Some 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 And 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 buddy tattoos with people Who aren't my friends Oh I've even got black x's from when I was straight edge So crack open a beer friends now 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 [Chorus] We've got hearts for the lovers And playing cards for the gamblers Black flag bars for the punks And sailing ships for the ramblers We got skulls for the living And the pain pays our dues And some of us we have tattoos