Punk Rock In The Wrong Hands

"Being in a Punk Rock band, being into Punk Rock

Being into Hardcore, doesn't mean jack shit

Doesn't mean diddly squat, doesn't mean one fucking thing

You have to use your involvement to shock people

You have to get other people who don't know anything about Punk Rock

You have to get the butcher at the butcher shop

You have to get the local army recruiting officer in his business

You have to let them know that you think the are shit

The way that they told to other people that they think you're shit"

I am a prisoner in a war of idiots

The stomping feet of waltzing

Stomping!

Pave the way of a brave tomorrow

Choke the throat of passion and sorrow

Kill my drifting breeze of thought

I have been captured

I have been caught

I am a prisoner in a war of idiots

The stomping feet of waltzing hypocrites

Pave the way of a brave tomorrow

Choke the throat of passion and sorrow

Kill my drifting breeze of thought

I have been captured

I have been fucking caught

I am doing fine

I am feeling well

Deep inside my dark well cell

I am a prisoner in a war of scowls

Coughing youth from its bowels