I hated high school
All the jocks and Barbie dolls
So I joined the punk scene
To get away from it all
It seems that now days
There's no escape from it all
Staring deadly eyes
There's tension at punk shows
You prey on the weak
You prey on the small
Fighting at the shows
You ruin it all
Heathers in the scene
This movie we live in
Touch somebody in the pit
A fight breaks out
Don't like what you wear
They kick you in the face
The soap opera in the scene
Was never made for me