| Listen to me, anarchy never got anyone anywhere
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| So I’ll use your beat, and sport your hair
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| Call me sellout I don’t care
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| Cause you bought into a regime
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| Fascist pride, built on dreams
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| Condemning thoughts in the name of freedom is contradiction
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| And the punks will reel against me
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| And they’ll bully me around
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| And the punks will call me sellout
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| But they’ll never beat me down, again
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| Label me all you want
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| Girlie punk, go on taunt
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| Cause I makes songs, not statements
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| You’re too blind to see you’re hypocrites
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| Condemning hope, all me naive
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| Can’t feel alive you’d much rather grieve
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| I hate punk rock when it’s pain
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| The kids just want to feel okay
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| And the punks will reel against me
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| And they’ll bully me around
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| And the punks will waste their meaning
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| But they’ll never beat me down
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| No they’ll never beat me down
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| Don’t call me punk, only teen
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| Just misjudged
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| And don’t let the punks drench your soul in their rain
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| We’re saving the world so to hell with their pain
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| Just leave it behind and choose just to breathe
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| To fight what is wrong and sing what you please
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| Cause Sid Vicious died, but Elvis still lives
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| So fuck all the punks, they’ve got nothing to give
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| And the punks will reel against me
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| And they’ll loiter gutter low
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| And the punks will reel against me
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| But they’ll never beat me down
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| And the punks will reel against me
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| And they’ll loiter got they’re low
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| And the best punk songs are love songs
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| My girlfriend told me so
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| Remember when you’re low
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| Punk is dead
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| Punk is dead |