myles)

welcome to their punk scene

and it's mohawk over mind

your clothes and your connections

are how you're rated and defined

where status becomes a liscense to

behave like a clique

your punk rawk fraternaties

can all just suck my (dick/clit)



riding their bikes (all over town)

throwing their bricks (to keep us down)

forming their cliques (to shut us out)

they wonder why (we screem and shout)



majority may overrule

but that doesn't make it right

say what you want to me

i won't give up the fight

you claim that i'm jealous

at least i have the balls to mock

some rebellious looking clones

and the west philly kings of punk rawk



chorus



(pretty self-explanitory.... for the millionth time, this is not about one person in particular.