Lurking through the streets at night 'Cause I know she left tonight She told me at the telephone That her only love came home And I shouldn't cry but dance Look for another "real" romance I am to cool to show a fear But I hope they know it here Punk's not dead With lot of red in sugar hair A bawling guy runs through the air And he screamed there is no love But those one from god above And he asks me what I seek I: that love you, you freak 'Cause that's what counts o'r all Just freak my life to radical Punk's not dead