Chaos punx you worthless c*nts
What the f*ck do you stand for
You stupid sh**s you f*cking dicks
You're just the system's who*e
Cheapening our movement under the banner of chaos
Circling your A's but the f*cking point is lost
You've turned our movement into another f*cking clique
A fashion parade of drunken idiots
Punk was once freedom from the binds of society
But you're just a bunch of puppets fooling nobody
Punk was a revolution for a social change
But now it's just a bunch of kids who look oh so strange
F*cking sh**! F*ck that!
F*ck you, you spoiled brats!
You dream you're punk rock 'cause your tattoo says so
You act out your role in another pathetic show
You're undesirable casualties just another f*cking nuisance
Just some old little kids fulfilling an illusion
The system created for you to play
Willingly and cheerfully I'm so punk rock you say
Well punk isn't based on how much beer you drink
How big is your hair or how much you stink
Whether you look punk as f*ck or grey and dirty
Or how much of an a**hole you can possibly be
Your outward appearances and snot nosed antics don't mean f*ck
If you think there's worth in that you're sh** out of luck
Punk is a revolution within itself
A revolution within our minds
An expression of anger
Towards this hateful humankind
Punk has no boundaries
On cla**, age or race
Or any other bigotries
Society creates
If we want punk to be a threat again
Not just by the fashion police
We must start to f*cking think
And bring society to it's knees