Hey don't look down it's not what it's cracked up to be

No keep it together tight-rope walking in all kinds of weather



New punks don't live in seventy-seven

Not watching shadows on the wall

About time for another invention

No way the past has said it all



Nothing nothing to hide we slave over our art and then we die

Standing in the street thinking up lines like cut through prison walls with plastic knives



New punks don't live in seventy-seven

Not watching shadows on the wall

About time for another invention

No way the past has said it all