| What could this be, too much MTV?
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| Chalk another fad up for its fall into infamy
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| What’s in a standard if it changes all the time?
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| You’re still having trouble in defining your own kind
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| Need I remind you, we all knew you before
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| You threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
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| Now I think you’re punk, just because it’s in
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| You found a foul mouth and a couple safety pins
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| Got a peaceful feeling
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| I don’t want to fight no more
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| Got a peaceful feeling
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| I don’t care if we’re punk, or ska, or hardcore
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| Enough for you, it’s sad but true
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| You can call us names till your face turns blue
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| Our assurance comes from God
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| It’s nothing new
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| We’ll never care 'cause we’re never cool enough for you
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| That smug look on your face
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| Your nose up in the air
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| Your patches say you’re open-minded
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| But still you couldn’t bear
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| Some punk thrown in with ska
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| You said it wouldn’t work
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| Well you can take your Vespa home 'cause ska made you a jerk
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| The purist turns a deaf ear
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| He’s such an intellect
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| Does he think his censorship is gaining our respect?
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| The raising of a fist, like a trigger of a gun
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| Stop and see we’re all alike, and we can dance as one |