I'm sick and tired of punk metal crap

Can't you see that's not where I'm at

I've just gone through a timewarp, I say

I'm going back to my roots today

I'm never losing, but you know I'm always boozing

Thinking about the fun of the good old days

Standing on the corner, where nothing would

Bore us, listening to the pistols on a summer day



Going back to our roots, and starting again

We're not gonna be a part of no crossover trend

We're going back to our roots, and starting again



Now we're back to our roots again

I'm not going to be no dogs trend

I keep on being myself today

And no ones going to lead me astray

I'll keep singing, when the band

Keeps on jamming to the roots of the good old days

Rockin on the corner, when punk never

Bored us, living a destructive life from day to day