From The Suburbs To The Piers 

I Found An Anchor To Hold Me Here 

A Slice Of The Rich Upper Crust 

All The While Maintaining Their Trust 

The Indignities Of The Poor And The Social Elite 

I Suffer Each And Every Day 

As I Count What I've Taken



They Trust Me With Every Dime 

And Even Pay Me For My Time 

As The Cars Keep Rolling In 

I Thank God For An Easy Way Out 

A Way They Know Nothing About 

As The Cars Keep Rolling In 



A Punk Is What They See 

They'll Never Relate To Me 

I Don't Care For The Finer Things 

And I Sure As Fuck Don't Need Them 

The Smug Upper Class 

Looking To Write Off One More Tax 

They're Going Nowhere Fast 

As I Take Their Hard Earned Cash 



They Trust Me With Every Dime 

And Even Pay Me For My Time 

As The Cars Keep Rolling In 

I Thank God For An Easy Way Out 

A Way They Know Nothing About 

As The Cars Keep Rolling In