Does it make a difference if we play punk rock,
And unlock the mysteries of hardcore and walk around the block,
In trendy clothes, pretending to be superstars, or younger than we are?
We just want to play drums, bass and guitar

No make-up, nothing bizarre,
Vocals but no stories from a far
Still we gather more power in our hands,
Than your collection of one thousand bands
And you know that

They can't keep us down
Still around adding something new to the sound

Even if we go half speed,
Still delivering songs that people need,
To get through their lives
So we move between the sharpest knives,
Ready to cut us down,
Try to deprive us all from what we need to survive,
But you know that