punk and proud you're pissed off but know everything's okay
all you need's you beer, dope and a decent place to stay
you look at this society and nothing's out of place
you're more concerned with costumes than with making any change
you spike your hair, you stud your vest, you've got boots on your feet
the handbook says that makes you punk, you think that's very neat
you're trying to fit the stereotype just as best you can
when did conforming to a lie become your master plan?
it only took one "fuck you" to get everyone to fight
they destroyed what they hated, stood for what they knew was right
it didn't matter no one understood them at the time
and now you only follow them 'cos they were out of line
you start shit in suburbia, you terrorize the night
you wanna be the punkest so you're always starting fights
you try to be offensive but your efforts are in vain
this is a fucking way of life, it's not a fucking game
since when does what you wear define who you can be?
you've made a mockery of our scene!
trying to stand out instead of trying to stand tall
you can't speak your mind because you've got no mind at all
you bought into the fashion but you lost our point of view
you're looking down on everyone who doesn't look like you
