Closet Punk

You think your real cool

Starting fights at school

And writing stupid lines like "Anarchy Rules"

You don't even know what anarchy is

You never will and you never did

You're a closet punk

You closet punk

If your mother only knew you wear bandannas and boots

Of you traded your tennis racket

For a camouflage jacket

Those wrap around glasses make you look like a faggot

You've got a mohawk that you comb down in the day

When you're at work or when you're out at play

You're at work or when you're out at play

You're in this just for fun

You're a closet punk

You closet punk

Stay in the closet where you belong

Stay in the closet where you've been all along

You're the hidden one

You're in this just for fun

You're a closet punk

You're a closet punk

You closet punk