I can't believe what it's come to be A watered down, diluted joke Of what I want it to be Kids cry about thug life woes And wear hip-hop clothes But drive home to a mansion After every single show We got new jack kids Wishing they were old school skins Racking up scene points with every E-bay bid They got nothing to fight for That shit isn't hardcore Don't even try if you ain't got no heart boy You're just playing a game That "true til death" shit is so damn lame And I'm not playing this game You won't last past your college days I can't believe that it's come to this The struggle's easy to forget if you don't know it exists A lot of you have forgot our roots Punk rock, oi, flight jackets, and boots You got nothing to fight for That shit isn't hardcore Don't even try if you ain't got no heart boy All the bands, all the crews, all of my friends It's time to break this scene apart and rebuild it