Your fucking rules mean shit to me 
I want no part of this society 
Punx and Skins are treated like shit 
We're gonna rise up from out of the pit 

We're the ones who make the noise 
We're the ones they can't control 
We're the ones who take the blame 
We're the ones they call insane 

All fucked up we rule the streets 
Always looking for something we need 
Punx and Skins are treated like shit 
We will rise up from the pit 

We're the ones who make the noise 
We're the ones they can't control 
We're the ones who take the blame 
We're the ones they call insane 

Unemployed - Victimized! 
Unemployed - Victimized! 

We're the ones who make the noise 
We're the ones they can't control 
We're the ones who take the blame 
We're the ones they call insane 



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