Squatters begging for change While their parents are rich Mommy and daddy won't give you any Isn't that a son of a b**h You and your punk rock fantasy Lower east side scum You should have stayed out of state Now your all doped up and numb Punk rock fantasy Punk rock fantasy Punk rock fantasy Low life wannabe You b**h and moan about government You b**h and moan about life Get a job like everyone else To relieve some struggle and strife Because in this world You don't get something for free And if anarchy is your solution Then punk come and see me