so you want to put everybody down,
you don't like the way that anybody sounds
if you don't like it here then why you come around
if you've got nothing valid to say
and won't waste my time saying how long i've been here,
if you can't respect the dues i've paid,
your thinking isn't clear it really shouldn't matter,
should be only what you hear,
but i don't think you're listening anymore
spent two hundred thousand miles
with my shit packed in a van,
if the music made us friends,
then the love made us a band
if you need an explanation then you'll never understand
this music's just a part of me grew up with the outside opinion,
an outcast of the inside dominion lived
my whole life against the grain
it always seemed i was one foot out of step
never do anything that anyone would accept
if that's someone's fault, i'll take the blame
so now i got a question, where were you in '84?
i'm still touring in a van, sleeping on a strangers' floor
what we do today is what we used to do before
why you want anything more?
gotta prove you're punk so you rebel against the scene
so elite admit defeat don't know what you really mean
if the shows all disappear, is that what you want to see?
why you gotta ruin it for me?