Punk means nothing but a stupid fashion show

It's all about the way look or who you know

Don't care about the issues just what makes you punk

When all you do is waste away getting drunk

Sick of seeing the same old people following the trend

Following false guidelines there seems to be no end

We aren't here supporting your shitty fucking town

Instead we'll sit and laugh as your scene burns to the ground

We'll watch you BURN!BURN!BURN!

You conceited bastards you needs your heads checked

A disease in the scene another of society's defects

We're sick of all the whining don't need you to complain

When everything you're preaching is all the same

We don't need a revolution, don't need a war

You'll get what's coming the signs were there before

We aren't here supporting your shitty fucking town

Instead we'll sit and laugh as your scene burns to the ground