vommitting green haired punx standing on the dole,
no money
no place
no life
no space
in the city
or anywhere we go
no bastard wants to know.
CHORUS: todays world is now,
punk is here today.
if you don't like our way well fucking go away.
everywhere we go they screw you up and down, they say
"what a fucking state", they stand there and frown,
they've got their money and they've got their lust, fuck
off and let me by.
CHORUS:............................. they don't like the
punx, that's what the bastards say, it's just cos we're a
threat, a threat to society. we know we are, but who
gives a fuck? I don't fucking care, we're all gonna get
blown up.
