They come in droves trying to look mean

Fake blue dreads & They're wearing baggy jeans

They think they're cool they think they're tough

But we know better they're just pups

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Who writes your rules for rebellion

You'll buy anything that they're sellin'

Who writes your rules, who writes your rules

Who writes your rules for rebellion

Standing on the streets beggin' for my loot

I won't give you nothing except for my boot

Your scream "Fuck the System" but you're the systems tool

Look at yourself man your looking at a fool

You're trendy fucks your hippies with spikes

Your everything I hate & your nothing I like

You know everything and your only sixteen

You claim to be punks but you don't support the scene