Where are the punks? Where are the rude boys? They're taking our voice You're making no noise Where are the punks? Where are the rude boys? There's nazis marching up and down the street No opposing punks out there for them to meet Afraid to fight? Then let your patches speak Bigots never take the time to read The clubs we used to run are all locked down Gentrifications taking over this whole town Police push us out of sight and under ground Expecting that we'll never make a sound Rudys looking at the mirror in the bathroom Can't recognize the man that he's turned into Reflections yelling "pressures gonna drop on you! All that you're doing is wrong" Cuz Rudy joined the military when they promised him pay Sold his records and his Cadi Everything with his name Now he fights for corporations and a fascist regime Rudys just a part of the machine I've been from city to city And what I've seen isn't pretty And if you're seeing what I'm seeing You know the scene isn't seeming To be the same Do you hear me? Do you think this is something that we can save? Where are the punks? Where are the rude boys? They're taking our voice You're making no noise Where are the punks? Where are the rude boys? This town is coming like a ghost town Where are the punks? Where are the rude boys? They're taking our voice You're making no noise Where are the punks? Where are the rude boys?