What could this be, too much MTV?chalk another fad up for its fall into imfamy.
Whats in a standard if it changes all the times?
Youre still having trouble defining your own kind.
Need i remind you, we all knew you before, you threw rocks at the stage fromyour glass house on the floor?
Now you think youre punk, just because its in.
You found a foul mouth and a couple of safety pens.
Got a peaceful feeilng, i dont want to fight no more.
Got a peaceful feeling, i dont care if were punk, or SKA, or hardcore, enoughfor you, its sad but true, you can call us names till your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes from God, its nothing new, we'll never care 'cause we'renever cool enough for you.
That smug look on your face, your nose up in the air, your patches say you'reopen minded, but still you couldnt bear, some punk thrown in with ska.
You said it wouldnt work.
Well you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk.
The purist turns a deaf ear.
Hes such a intellect, Does he think his censorship id gaining our respect?
The raising of a fist, like the trigger of a gun.
Stop and see we're all alike, and we can dance as one.
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