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