Dead-beat Punk Song for Rebel Teens Songtext
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Dead-beat Punk Song for Rebel Teens Songtext
I pick up an old cigarette
I light a broken match
I drink some mouldy 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
Dead-beat punk songs For rebel teens
I avoid my family By any means
They are all conservative I'm on the left
And that′s as cliche as Folk Punk can get
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
Dead-beat punk songs For rebel teens
I avoid the cops By any means
They are all conservative I'm on the left
And that′s as cliche as Folk Punk can get
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
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 cliche for a reason
I light a broken match
I drink some mouldy 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
Dead-beat punk songs For rebel teens
I avoid my family By any means
They are all conservative I'm on the left
And that′s as cliche as Folk Punk can get
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
Dead-beat punk songs For rebel teens
I avoid the cops By any means
They are all conservative I'm on the left
And that′s as cliche as Folk Punk can get
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
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 cliche for a reason
Writer(s): Andri Sigfusson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com