Proud to Be Punk
Cornered in the alleyway,back street kids live for today
We're kinda weird to you,you can't stand anything we do
We have the right to choose,'cause were born to lose
We may be fucking sick,at least we know were free
My mind is not for rent, I won't listen to what you say
You better take a hard look, we are sick of your rules
By the ink on my skin, you can see that im the real thing
Up the fucking punx, our sound is fucking strong
PROUD TO BE PUNK! WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK!
PROUD TO BE PUNK! WOOOOAAAHH
PROUD TO BE PUNK! WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK!
PROUD TO BE PUNK! UP THE PUNKS!
You can put us down
You can call us names
Try to divide us
By trying to classify us
Call me many names
Tell me punk is dead
The more you try to bring us down
The stronger we will get
Wrapped Around Your Finger
The judge decreed it, the clerk he wrote it.
Clerk he wrote it down indeed-e
Judge decreed it, clerk he wrote it down
Give you this jail sentence you'll be Nashville bound
Some got six month some got one solid.
Some got one solid year indeed-e
Some got six month some got one solid.
But me and my buddies all got lifetime here
I wrote a letter I mailed in the air, Mailed it on the air indeed-e
I wrote a letter I mailed in the air.
You may know by that I've got a friend somewhere
Clerk he wrote it down indeed-e
Judge decreed it, clerk he wrote it down
Give you this jail sentence you'll be Nashville bound
Some got six month some got one solid.
Some got one solid year indeed-e
Some got six month some got one solid.
But me and my buddies all got lifetime here
I wrote a letter I mailed in the air, Mailed it on the air indeed-e
I wrote a letter I mailed in the air.
You may know by that I've got a friend somewhere