I don't know about all of you
But I'm about to lose control
You can't smoke or use gasoline
And don't mention rock and roll
It's a shame you spent so much cash
On your boring shitty truck
Where we're from they grow on trees
So we really don't give a fuck
Tell me where we can find some punks
Who want to drink and fuck all night
And we are The Fomites
I can't help if I'm a man who enjoys the finer things
Cause pinstripe suits and combat boots
Is what this lifestyle brings
All you hippie motherfuckers
Had better get out of my way
Your songs will be forgotten
Punk rock n roll is here to stay
We don't need some rockabilly shtick
Yeah we're just fine over here
Next to a hearse, your car ain't shit
And you can keep your PBR beer
Tell me where we can find some punks
Who want to drink and fuck all night
And we are The Fomites
I can't help if I'm a man who enjoys the finer things
Cause pinstripe suits and combat boots
Is what this lifestyle brings