My youth doesn't hit me hard
In this well-protected small-town scene
I decided to be punk the day I turned seventeen
All the phrases I learned fast
Made a sit-in against the war in Iraq
Alcohol and drug abuse, just me against 'em all
This conflict with identity led quickly to stupidity
But I didn't know the cause
Between punk and bourgeoisie
Saw riots only on TV
I always thought I'd have the key
To a self-made life, to be free
Every single weekend we went out
To our favorite punk rock clubs
While dancing pogo and going down in the crowd
It was high time to act up
When it was all over we left the bar
And took a shower or a bath
"Wanting to be someone else is a waste of who you are"
This conflict with identity, a loss of credibility
But I couldn't face the truth
Between punk and bourgeoisie
Saw riots only on TV
I always thought I'd have the key
To a self-made life, to be free
Between punk and bourgeoisie
We are spoiled to the teeth
Between punk and bourgeoisie
We are spoiled to the teeth
"What is punk rock all about?
It's not a fashion trend, it's a plan to make a change
From thoughts to words, from words to action"
"Punk rock isn't something you grow out of
Punk rock is an attitude, and the essence
Of that attitude is 'give us some truth'"
Punk and bourgeoisie
Saw riots only on TV
I always thought I'd have the key
To a self-made life, to be free