More Problems

You were once a nice suburban girl

Until mom and dad gave you their special love

You wanted to tell them something personal

But the exact words you couldn't think of

So you cut and dyed your hair

During an overdose of parental advice

Now they're wondering where they went wrong

And what happened to the friends they liked

Now you're a punk rocker

With another set of problems

How to come up with money to feed yourself

Now you're one rude punk rocker

Hair dyed and tattoos everywhere

There's no going back you realize

But you wish it could be better

Your drinking all your problems away

With goons who treat you like shit

For a while you enjoyed it

But you keep thinking there's more than this

Now you're a punk rocker

With another set of problems

How to enjoy yourself without losing it

You say you've got your life tied up

But is it with something around your arm?

You know everything you need to know

But is it just enough to keep you outta harm?

You say you know what you want

But will getting it be that easy?

Your enjoying yourself you say

But wasn't it more easy when you had more opportunities?

Now you're a punk rocker

With a shit load of problems

Who you gonna turn to

When your life gets smashed in?