At the shows and on the streets
Some punks just won't accept you think differently
The way you live, it was the wrong way to be
Vegetarian or not; drug-free or drunk
There's always somebody who says you're not a punk
They're always somebody who tells you that you're wrong
We b**h about what we see on the daily news
But we can't respect each other's views
Bow to what we will do at the end of our fuse
And now we're young and dead
Instead of respecting our differences in thought
We waste time arguing about what's right and what is not
And some revert to all the violence they've been taught
Opinions vary on what is punk and what it does
But it's not anything until we've earned each other's trust
And if it ever happens, it is by the fault of all of us
There's two options out there for the youth
Just two options, and we've got to choose:
United, we win; divided, we lose
And now we're young and dead
Think about your views
The lifestyle that you choose
And find out what it means to you
Some have had a negative outlook on it from the start
How can you ignore when something's coming from the heart
If nothing can unite us, and nothing's worth a chance
Then why are we all singing what they're telling us we can't
You've buried any bridge we've come across
And you're the reason for the battles we've lost
When you fight your war, just don't forget the cost
And now we're young and dead
Think about your views
The lifestyle that you choose
And find out what it means to you
Or we're dead....