Trendy Winds Are Blowing Thru My Hair

The Punk-elite Are Checking Everything I Wear

I'm Tired Of Their Endless Whine, Why Can't They Mind Their Own

Cause What I Am Is What I Will Be



Don't Need You Or Your Crew

To Tell Me What To Do

Everyday When You Try To Waste My Time

I Waste A Rhyme



Sometimes I Can't Understand What's Wrong

Cause This Scene Is Filled With People Who's Bad And Nong

You're An Idiot And Looser If You Go Their Way

Cause You Don't Need No One-track Crew Now



Sometimes I Can't Understand What's Wrong

To All You Suckers We Dedicate This Song