There's people out there that think we're mental
We're approaching middle age and still wanna pogo
We ain't got guns but we got a lot of ammo
My brain is fucked with brain disease, ow!
And I can't see why you're fucking with me
With punk running through my brain
Get outta my way cos here it comes again
There's people out there that think we're crazy
We're a little bit fly and a little bit lazy
We don't much care cos we're so fucking wasted
My brain is fucked with brain disease, ow!
And I can't see why you're fucking with me
With punk running through my brain
Get outta my way cos here it comes again
Aah!
There's people out there that think we're crackpots
Exclaimation mark with a black dot
Jar of suds and a line - Jackpot!
My brain is fucked with brain disease, ow!
And I can't see why you're fucking with me
With punk running through my brain
Get outta my way cos here it comes again (again) (again)
