You were acting in the crudest way,
You're the king of all the underground, or so you say.
And you've been going on and on all night.
Bragging about your penchant for a good drunken fight.
I gather that I would never match your violent mind,
And I refuse to try.
I don't want to stand here and drink with you.
I don't even want to converse with you.
To me you're just a common fool
Who thinks he can't exist without friends approval.
I don't think there's a common thread,
I hardly understand any words you've said.
Has anyone told you that punk is dead,
Well I would love to.
Now you're spitting out your venom words,
Criticizing everything that I would prefer.
And contrary to your chosen view,
I understand that you're a member of the well-to-do.
I gather that I would never match your nihilist mind,
And I refuse to try.
I don't want to stand here and drink with you.
I don't even want to converse with you.
To me you're just a common fool
Who thinks he can't exist without friends approval.
I don't think there's a common thread,
I hardly understand any words you've said.
Has anyone told you that punk is dead,
Well I would love to.
And we'll hold you're hand, and we'll round
The bend, and you'll meet my friends,
And we'll smash your head, me and all my
Friends, 'cause you still pretend
That you're so hard edged....