Trendy winds are blowing through my hair

the punk-elite are checking everything I wear

I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own

cause what I am is what I will be



Don't need you or your crew

to tell me what to think or do

everyday when you try to waste my time

I waste a rhyme



Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong

cause this scene is filled with people who's bad and nong

you're an idiot and looser if you go their way

cause you don't need no one-track crew now



sometimes I can't understand what's wrong

to all you suckers we dedicate this song