Proud to Be Punk

Cornered in the alleyway,back street kids live for today

We're kinda weird to you,you can't stand anything we do

We have the right to choose,'cause were born to lose

We may be fucking sick,at least we know were free

My mind is not for rent, I won't listen to what you say

You better take a hard look, we are sick of your rules

By the ink on my skin, you can see that im the real thing

Up the fucking punx, our sound is fucking strong

PROUD TO BE PUNK! WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK!

PROUD TO BE PUNK! WOOOOAAAHH

PROUD TO BE PUNK! WE DON'T GIVE A FUCK!

PROUD TO BE PUNK! UP THE PUNKS!

You can put us down

You can call us names

Try to divide us

By trying to classify us

Call me many names

Tell me punk is dead

The more you try to bring us down

The stronger we will get