Trendy winds are blowing through my hair
The punk-elite are checking everything I wear
I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own
'Cause what I am is what I will be

Don't need you or your crew
To tell me what to think or do
Everyday when you try to waste my time
I waste a rhyme

Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong
'Cause this scene is filled with people who's bad and nong
You're an idiot and looser if you go their way
'Cause you don't need no one-track crew now

Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong
To all you suckers we dedicate this song