they come in droves trying to look mean
fake blue dreads & they're wearing baggy jeans
they think they're cool, they think they're tough
but we know better, they're just pups
who writes the rules for rebellion?
you'll buy anything that they're sellin'
who writes your rules, who writes your rules?
who writes your rules for rebellion?
standing on the streets begging for my loot
i won't give you nothing except my boot
scream "fuck the system" your the systems too!
look at yourself man you;re lookin' at a fool
you're trendy fucks, you're hippies with spikes
you're everything i hate & nothing i like
you know everything & you're only 16
claim to be punks but you don't support the scene