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