I was born in the mid-seventies Grew up surfing the new wave of metal At constant war against haircuts and synths Every day an imaginary battle And still now and then I like to indulge In sentimental self-depreciation Like last night laughing at a live video Of Biff Byford rocking the nation But that laugh stuck in my throat That's me 'neath that eagle lighting rig The Saxon of punk rock My real hair's like that wig The Saxon of punk rock Too bad to break, too dumb to quit You'd think we'd give a shit Seven CD's, no one's got 'em Finally we've struck punk rock Like a nightmare it came to me This epiphany: Biff is I Flabby awkward on stage Trying hard to sell out what no one wants to buy Singing bosh over riffs that's a raffle of Popular sounds of the day I'm Sock, frontman of Generea Watch me fade away ...and the band played on Ten years of trying to sell out The Saxon of punk rock It's us without a doubt The Saxon of punk rock Too bad to break, too dumb to quit You'd think we'd know we're shit Seven CD's, no one's got 'em Finally we've hit the punk rock bottom The punk rock bottom Finally, it's just Biff and me