Skin

Hail!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

- Who's streets? - Our streets!

- Who's streets? - Our streets!

- Who's streets? - Our streets!

- Who's streets? - Our streets!

Be gone, KKK!

No fascists, USA! Go now...

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

No fascists, USA!

No Nazi's, no KKK!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

Burn that soil!

...KKK! No fascists, USA!

Burn that soil! Burn that soil!

No fascists, USA!

No Nazi's, no KKK!

Wassup, man? Huh?

Fuck off back to your porch, Jenkins.

Oh, that's original, I've never heard that before, Bryon.

I can't tell you boys apart, all you look alike.

- Bunch of pinheads. - Shut up.

Leave the area or you will be arrested.

Leave the area or you will be arrested.

Leave the area!

You will be arrested.

Come here, you fucker. Come here, you fucker!

Get the fuck off me!

- Fuck you! - Get off me!

Aw, shit!

Fuck you!

- Get off me! - Fuckin' do it.

- Fuckin' do it now. - Fuck you! Get off!

- Let's go. - Get out of here.

Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!

I've had him since he was a puppy.

Here, watch this. Watch it, huh?

Yeah!

- Alright. - Excuse me, sir.

- Can I pet him? - Go ahead.

Hey! Sit, sit, sit.

His name is Boss.

- What's your name? - I'm Iggy.

- What kinda name is that? - It's my name.

- How old are you? - I'm six.

Where's your parents at?

My mommy won't allow a dog at our house.

Why won't she allow a dog in your house?

She says that three daughters is hard enough.

Iggy! What did I say about disappearing like that?

- What're you doing? - I'm cuddling Boss.

You sure as hell better not be Boss.

No, no, he's... No, he's the handsome one.

You can't just go around harassing strangers like that.

- Nah, she wasn't. - I'm not.

Yeah, you were, you're annoying.

- Nobody wants to play with you. - Come on, baby, let's go.

Come on.

- He seems to really like her. - Yeah, well.

- Thanks for lettin' her pat him. - Yeah, you're welcome.

Come on, let's go baby.

There's a threat to our people.

And I'm here to say it's not because we hate anyone else

I don't hate the Jenks, the niggers

the Muslims or the dykes.

I don't hate them. They have a right to live.

But we say, "Not on our American soil!"

Not in our fuckin' life!

So maybe we should just...

make them leave!

- Fuckin' leave! - Get them the fuck out!

- Make them fuckin' leave! - Get them the fuck out!

That is why, ladies and gentlemen,

I have decided to officially run

for the Ohio House of Representatives.

Krager! Krager!

Krager! Krager! Krager! Krager!

- Krager! Krager! - Hey, you forget?

You forget the last time you ran for congress,

you left the entire fuckin' movement bankrupt?

- God bless America! - God bless America.

Thank you.

Stop your bullshit!

And all your Viking crap!

Alright, let's put your hands together

for the next generation of freed America.

We got, Desiree, Iggy and Sierra.

Less talk more walk girls. I'm like payin' you. Let's do this.

- West coast faggot. - Fuck you!

- Come on, sweetheart. - Come on.

One, two, three, four...

Play some real fuckin' music, huh?

Fuckin' piece of shit. Come on, babies.

- Yeah! - Hey!

Come on, baby, we're going, we're going. Now.

Hey, Tron!

Jerry! Jerry, Jerry, Jerry.

What the fuck are you doin', huh?

I thought I told you about that.

You can't come in here and disrespect the leader,

you understand?

Now, I need you to apologize

to Mr. Krager,

and these very fine girls on the stage.

Come on. Come on. Can you hear me?

Just fuckin' apologize.

Come on, Terrence, we wanna fuckin' hear you apologize!

Worthless sack of shit!

- Fuck you. - Yeah.

- Fuck you. - Yeah!

Bryon! Bryon! Bryon!

Thank you, by the way.

Uh, he's just a little bitch, you know?

He thinks he's the shot caller, but...

You, uh, comin' back to the next one of these?

- No. - It's gonna be massive...

No, we're done with this shit.

It's our last gig.

Why?

- Why? - Yeah.

I don't want my kids to be around this.

We're just here for a paycheck.

- Got a long drive ahead, huh? - Yeah.

- Michigan? How long is that? - Yeah.

It's only a couple of hours once we're out of here.

You got kids?

Uh, no, just this guy.

Can I have a picture with Boss?

- You want a picture? - I don't know baby.

You gotta ask his daddy.

Come here, come here, sit!

- Sit. Sit! - Smile.

- Cheese! - I got it.

There you go.

- What do you say? - Thank you.

- Hey, your welcome. - Good girl.

- Thank you. - Oh, yeah.

You, uh, you make it back to Toledo much, or?

No.

Can we go home?

If you, uh, if you do make it back, uh...

I got my own shop.

Can we go?

- Stop. Stop. - Come on.

I'm too fucked up. I don't wanna do this shit.

- No, no, no, I don't... - Bryon.

- I can make you feel better. - I don't...

Why don't you let me make you feel better?

- Bryon. Stop! Fuck you, Bryon! - Get out! Get out!

Fuckin' tired of this shit. I want you out.

- No! - Go! Now!