[Verse 1]
I pick up an old cigarette, I light a broken match
I drink some moldy coffee, and I know I’m not a catch
Kids today with cameras, they’re fighting for the crown
From what I see, I’m the only one true punk in town
I live in a hole out of town
You might be obscure, I’m underground
[Chorus]
Dead-beat punk songs for rebel teens
I avoid my family by any means
They are all conservatives, I’m on the left
And that’s as cliché as folk punk can get
[Verse 2]
Politicians lie to get a profitable war
Promise to stop poverty with a racist metaphor
They hide all their problem even more
'Cause they’re all rotten to the core
'Cause they’re all rotten to the core
[Chorus]
Dead-beat punk songs for rebel teens
I avoid the cops by any means
They are all conservatives, I’m on the left
And that’s as cliché as folk punk can get
[Verse 3]
Too poor to pay the bills, too young to get a job
Too old to go to school, and now I have to go to war
Too poor to pay the bills, too young to get a job
Too old to go to school, and now I have to go to war
Were all living in a broken system until the machine tells us where to go
I know that people will get angry, that’s what the bastards get for making
[Outro]
Dead-beat punk songs for rebel teens
I avoid the bullets by any means
One day this song may be viewed as treason
Perhaps it’s all a cliché for a reason