This song I sing is not for sale
These words I scream to you are real
No one can ever buy our lives
This music will survive
Remember when we didn't play their game
We never worried about money of fame
This punk rock music was so pure,
But now I'm not so sure
That your intentions are good
And you mean well
Now that the scene
Has become a product to sell
Rebellion packaged in a plastic wrap
Lacking any substance to digest
Dollar signs roll in countless eyes,
And the magic behind this music dies
Maybe the grass is greener on the other side,
But my anger doesn't have a price
I've seen my peers lose their drive,
And I've heard my heroes telling lies
I won't turn my back on the kids
We've stood together through thick and thin
Hardcore is not a stepping stone
Don't tread on me
On your way to the throne
Because I can see right through your false emotion,
And I won't buy into your glossy promotion
Take your ego and your greed
And get out of our scene
This song I sing is not for sale
These words I scream to you are real
No one can ever buy our lives
This music will survive