It don't mean shit
  To me or you
  That punk rock ain't
  Ain't nothing new
  I'm not the kind
  To go defend
  My beliefs
  'Cause of a dying trend
  It's just something
  We always knew
  And not because
  It's hip to do
  So rebel for a year or two
  Then get your mortgage, lawn and car
  You never really knew
  Now that you're old and jaded
  Suicide just seems so over-rated
  You live life by the text
  That makes me feel disgusted, bored and vexed
  On your mark
  Get set, go
  High school's out-
  Let's go make some dough
  They put up with
  Your crazy ways
  When you were young
  Like it was a phase
  I guess they were right
  'Cause now at night
  You go home and bathe in the TV light
  At 23 I'd rather be
  A punk out on the street
  Than what they wanted me to be