Hold on, hold on, hold on
Okay, now
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Born into the middle class
Yeah, all you had to do was ask
And mom and dad would give you what you needed
And though I didn't know you then
I know you'll probably defend
And take the stand in life that you'd been cheated
So you adopt a punk rock life
A leather jacket, hair with spikes
And join a band 'cause you must have a say
And though you helped out with that time
There's those of us who keep on trying
To make a living and not sound like Green Day
Trade rags say you're making it
Now you're old, you don't give a shit
Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy
You've become your own nemesis
Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee
To keep you livin' in luxury
Some say genius, some say mistake
But you've become what you used to hate
Stupid fucking punk rock guy
So now we're in the 90's
And punk's not what it used to be
It's gone downhill since 1982
And though I liked most of your bands
And listen to them all I can
It's fucked up that you think it's 'cause of you
Yeah, you think that you're still part of the scene
Nail painted black, hair dyed dark green
For you, this midlife crisis has come on strong
You think that you've been accepted
And they've realized it's not just a fad
Please stay behind that desk where you belong
Punk rock's been good to you
Now corporate punk's the thing to do
Obnoxiously, you raised your fee
You'll see to it we'll all get screwed
Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee
To keep you livin' in luxury
Some say genius, some say mistake
But you've become what you used to hate
Stupid fucking punk rock old guy
Just tell me the truth, there's no excuse
Just tell me the truth, motherfucker, speak out
Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee
To keep you livin' in luxury
Some say genius, some say mistake
But you've become what you used to hate
Stupid fucking punk
Fuck you!
Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah
Couldn't make it as a punker
Fuck you!