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Born into the middle class |
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Yeah, all you had to do was ask |
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And mom and dad would give you what you needed |
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And though |
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I didn't know you then |
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I know you'll probably defend |
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And take the stand in the life that you'd been cheated |
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So you adopt a punk rock life |
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A leather jacket, hair with spikes |
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And join a band ' |
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Cause you must have a say |
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And though you helped out with it that time |
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There's those of us, who keep on |
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Trying to make a living and not sound like |
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Green Day |
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Trade rags say you're making it, now you're old |
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You don't give a shit. |
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Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy you've become your own nemesis |
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Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you |
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Livin' in luxury |
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Some say genius, some say mistake |
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But you've become what you used to hate |
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Stupid! Wannabe! |
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Punk Rock |
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Guy! So now we're in the 90's and punk's not what it used to be |
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It's gone downhill since 1982 |
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And though |
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I liked most of your bands |
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And listen to them all |
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I can It's fucked up that you think it's 'cause of you |
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You think that you're still part of the scene |
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Nail painted black, hair dyed dark green |
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For you this mid life crisis has come on strong |
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Now punk rock's been accepted |
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And they've realized it's not just a fad |
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Please, stay behind that desk where you belong |
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Punk rock life's been good to you |
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Now Corporate punk's the thing to do |
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Obnoxiously, you raised your fee, |
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You'll see to it we'll all get screwed. |
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Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you |
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Livin' in luxury |
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Some say genius, some say mistake |
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But you've become what you used to hate |
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Stupid! Wannabe! |
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Punk Rock |
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Old Guy! Just tell me the truth. |
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There's no excuse. |
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Just tell me the truth. |
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Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you |
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Livin' in luxury |
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Some say genius, some say mistake |
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But you've become what you used to hate |
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Stupid! Wannabe! |
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Punk Rock |
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Record Mogul! |
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Fuck YOU!! |