| 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 | 
| 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 | 
| 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 |