It don't mean shit

To me or you

That punk rock ain't

Ain't nothing new

I'm not the kind

To go defend

My beliefs

'Cause of a dying trend

It's just something

We always knew

And not because

It's hip to do

So rebel for a year or two

Then get your mortgage, lawn and car

You never really knew

Now that you're old and jaded

Suicide just seems so over-rated

You live life by the text

That makes me feel disgusted, bored and vexed

On your mark

Get set, go

High school's out-

Let's go make some dough

They put up with

Your crazy ways

When you were young

Like it was a phase

I guess they were right

'Cause now at night

You go home and bathe in the TV light

At 23 I'd rather be

A punk out on the street

Than what they wanted me to be