Kudos to anyone who knows who wrote these words:
Why is there hatred in your eyes?
Because I can feel love.
Why is there envy in your eyes?
Because I can not be caught.
Why can't you see the things that I see?
Because your eyes are sewn shut.
What happened to your body and your mind?
Destroyed forever in your quest for money.
Scared for fucking life!
People who decided it wasn't for them.
Did they really make that decision?
Conditioning runs deep in the U.S.A.
Teenage rebellion is just fine as long as it stops once you turn 18.
Thousands of punks turned to societys tools.
There is something in their eyes.
You can tell they sold out.
Remember punk is more then teenage rebellion.
Sure it starts there but where does it end?
And the list is thousands long.
What other life is there besides a life of freedom?
Never give in, never give up!
When boredom sets in,
Think of the young kids who we once were.
That enthusiam is still there.
You look around, what do you see?
One to replace every five that leave.
And the list is millions long.
But, lately I see and upsurgency,
Back to old values of dedication and,
Fucking Rebillion.
Perhaps the list is hundreds long.
Perhaps the list is hundreds long....
Why is there hatred in your eyes?
Because I can feel love.
Why is there envy in your eyes?
Because I can not be caught.
Why can't you see the things that I see?
Because your eyes are sewn shut.
What happened to your body and your mind?
Destroyed forever in your quest for money.
Scared for fucking life!
People who decided it wasn't for them.
Did they really make that decision?
Conditioning runs deep in the U.S.A.
Teenage rebellion is just fine as long as it stops once you turn 18.
Thousands of punks turned to societys tools.
There is something in their eyes.
You can tell they sold out.
Remember punk is more then teenage rebellion.
Sure it starts there but where does it end?
And the list is thousands long.
What other life is there besides a life of freedom?
Never give in, never give up!
When boredom sets in,
Think of the young kids who we once were.
That enthusiam is still there.
You look around, what do you see?
One to replace every five that leave.
And the list is millions long.
But, lately I see and upsurgency,
Back to old values of dedication and,
Fucking Rebillion.
Perhaps the list is hundreds long.
Perhaps the list is hundreds long....
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