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)