You're core aint hard, you can't play guitar. You're thick in the head, we wish you were dead! You try hard to rock, but your just pop to me....

tell me, whyd you have to go and make punks seem over-rated? We see the way you're dressin up and trying to be cool but you're totally hated! It's times like this I, wanna shoot you to hell so you burn and you cry on your knees and you beg for mercy, But nobody will want to see you cry let alone to save you....no no no....

You hit TV unannounced, Dressed up like you're somethin else Wearing ties and dickies what a shame, that you're the same I hate the preppies in their ties, You agree, but we all know your lies. You know your not foolin anyone when you become

Some punky freak, who wears ties all week. Who says she can skate, but falls on her face, Your tryin to be rock, but your just pop to me!

Tell me, whyd you have to go and make punks seem over-rated? We see the way you're dressin up and tryin to be cool but your totally hated. Its times like these I, wanna shoot you to hell so you burn and cry on your knees and you beg for mercy, but nobody will wanna see you cry let alone to help you.....no no no...no no no.....no no no....

I freak out, whats this music for? Fake punk, its all been done before. And if you could only let it be, then punks would see! They hate you the way you are, when you're dancin on your car. And you're singin music, but they hate you, and i do too

-Lyrics submitted by Michelle