You're not punk and I'm telling everyone Save your breath, I never was one
You don't know what I'm all about Like killing cops and reading Kerouac My
enemies are all too familiar They're the ones who used to call me friend I'm
coloring outside your guidelines, I was passing out when you were passing out
your rules One, two, three, four Who's punk? What's the score? Got a friend
Her name is Boxcar Cigarettes and beer in El Sob Her hair was blue, now it's
green I like her mind She hates the scene You're on your own You're all
alone