Lower Cla** Brats - Who Writes Your Rules lyrics

They come in droves trying to look mean Fake blue dreads and they're wearing baggy jeans They think they're cool, they think they're tough But we know better, they're just pups CH: Who writes your rules for rebellion? You'll buy anything that they're sellin' Who writes your rules,who rights your rules Who writes your rules for rebellion Standing on the streets begging for my loot I won't give you nothing except for my boot Scream "f** the system" your the systems tool Look at yourself man you're lookin at a fool Your trendy f**s,you're hippies with spikes You're everything I hate and nothing I like You know everything and you're only 16 Clame to be punks but you don't support the scene