I really don't think that you understand
I really don't think that you're smart enough to comprehend
When did the scene became all about fashion?
I thought it was about the music, attitude and passion
You follow all these rules
Just to be called a "punk"
What's rebellious about that,
You stupid fucking cunt?
You're spending more time on dyeing your hair
Instead of dedicating time to fight for what's fair
everything that's wrong
With this movement
That has been here for so long
So will you tell me that i'm not true?
Well anything you say eventually will find its way to you
You're always talking about changing the world
When all you do is catching mold
Well you're just a hypocrite,
Filling everybody with your shit,
Trying to get into the beat
Polluting us all, you got no self control,
Convincing every motherfucker to get into a brawl
Take a note to self, you're a waste of breath
Fuck everything you stand for
And go fuck yourself