One, two, three, four
Hit up the boys
Who hit their girls
We're having a party at five
Till the sun rises high (oh, high, up high)
We're all higher than the moon
And somehow this is an excuse
For boys to bring girls to their rooms
Without consent
Call your friends and say
We won't stand for this!
Call the punks and say
We want things to change!
Punch them to the ground
And kick their face in
No pricks allowed
In our punk invasion
Punk invasion, punk invasion, punk invasion, punk invasion
The punks busted in with a
You're all going down
One by one, they made their way around
Pushing and pulling and slapping these pricks
Busting into bedrooms and cutting of their (woahhh)
They say trash hangs with trash and we found them in their sweet spot
They'll never know what hit them
We'll take advantage of them like they do to these women
Call your friends and say
We won't stand for this!
Call the punks and say
We want things to change!
Punch them to the ground
And kick their face in
No pricks allowed
In our punk invasion
Punk invasion, punk invasion, punk invasion, punk invasion
Punk invasion, punk invasion, punk invasion, punk invasion