Punk is just a rumor
Tell everyone you see
No it isn’t real
A cultish fantasy

If punk ever existed
It’s met its demise
A genre killed by those who willed
It up into the skies

You want to be different
You’ll just end up the same
As all the posers, all the losers
Who ruined punk’s great name

Give up while you have time
There’s nothing here to see
Punk is dead and we’ve all led
Our lives disgracefully

Rise against the system
Write the music that we know
Can make us friends and once again
We’ll have something to show

I ask you all to help me
I can’t do it alone
Let’s show them how we resist
They’ll see how much we’ve grown

Large companies and sell outs
You’d better watch your backs
I know we can I have a plan
A great plan of attack

Why won’t you people listen
I’m not trying to stand out
I’m fixing what you’ve broken
This is not what punk’s about

Why does this still go on
I know that I am right
Watch me as I gracefully
Step into the fight

I rush on ahead
I know not where I go
I do the drugs I get from thugs
To get into the flow

But something is still missing
In the back of my mind
The thing I hold the thing that told
My life from line to line

The music’s gone away
The music is all dead
I need it here to catch my tears
And to clear my head