Punk means nothing but a stupid fashion show
It's all about the way look or who you know
Don't care about the issues just what makes you punk
When all you do is waste away getting drunk
Sick of seeing the same old people following the trend
Following false guidelines there seems to be no end
We aren't here supporting your shitty fucking town
Instead we'll sit and laugh as your scene burns to the ground
We'll watch you BURN!BURN!BURN!
You conceited bastards you needs your heads checked
A disease in the scene another of society's defects
We're sick of all the whining don't need you to complain
When everything you're preaching is all the same
We don't need a revolution, don't need a war
You'll get what's coming the signs were there before
We aren't here supporting your shitty fucking town
Instead we'll sit and laugh as your scene burns to the ground