Finally, you've seen some sense.
Your fad has worn away you f***** inbreds.
You know who you are, the ones who would scold,
when I'd be drinking cider in your c**t like town.
You'll never mention that s*** that you did.
You'd rather just forget all that straight edged biz.
But I won't forget that couple of years,
when you had to wear a cross coz you didn't drink beer.
No one gives a s*** if you drink or you don't.
No one gives a f*** if you smoke or you don't.
I don't give two s**** if you think I'm a d***.
At least I know that I am true to myself.
No one gives a f*** if you drink or you don't,
which is why you made a fuss you attention seeking joke.
Trying to fit in? Be part of a crowd?
Just don't preach to me about the s*** that I smoke.
Dividing the scene, I hated that s***.
But now you've come around and you wanna slot back in.
You've changed your looks and now your drinking all the time,
but I won't forget those fascist punk times.
What the f*** happened to the scene back then?
With its elitist hierarchy and separation of friends.
The tighter the pants, the straighter the hair.
No one gives a f*** about how much hairspray you wear.
Remember how you looked when you practiced your moves?
You looked like a c***, I'm telling you.
I know that you've changed, you grew out of this s***,
but I'll never forget you, you arrogant set of p*****.
Your fad has worn away you f***** inbreds.
You know who you are, the ones who would scold,
when I'd be drinking cider in your c**t like town.
You'll never mention that s*** that you did.
You'd rather just forget all that straight edged biz.
But I won't forget that couple of years,
when you had to wear a cross coz you didn't drink beer.
No one gives a s*** if you drink or you don't.
No one gives a f*** if you smoke or you don't.
I don't give two s**** if you think I'm a d***.
At least I know that I am true to myself.
No one gives a f*** if you drink or you don't,
which is why you made a fuss you attention seeking joke.
Trying to fit in? Be part of a crowd?
Just don't preach to me about the s*** that I smoke.
Dividing the scene, I hated that s***.
But now you've come around and you wanna slot back in.
You've changed your looks and now your drinking all the time,
but I won't forget those fascist punk times.
What the f*** happened to the scene back then?
With its elitist hierarchy and separation of friends.
The tighter the pants, the straighter the hair.
No one gives a f*** about how much hairspray you wear.
Remember how you looked when you practiced your moves?
You looked like a c***, I'm telling you.
I know that you've changed, you grew out of this s***,
but I'll never forget you, you arrogant set of p*****.