This song I sing is not for sale These words I scream to you are real No one can ever buy our lives This music will survive Remember when we didn't play their game We never worried about money of fame This punk rock music was so pure But now I'm not so sure That your intentions are good And you mean well Now that the scene Has become a product to sell Rebellion packaged in a plastic wrap Lacking any substance to digest Dollar signs roll in countless eyes And the magic behind this music dies Maybe the gra** is greener on the other side But my anger doesn't have a price I've seen my peers lose their drive And I've heard my heroes telling lies I won't turn my back on the kids We've stood together through thick and thin Hardcore is not a stepping stone Don't tread on me On your way to the throne Because I can see right through your false emotion And I won't buy into your glossy promotion Take your ego and your greed And get out of our scene This song I sing is not for sale These words I scream to you are real No one can ever buy our lives This music will survive