You`re not punk and I`m telling everyone. Save your breath, I never was one.
You don`t know what I`m all about. Like killing cops and reading Kerouac. My
enemies are all too familiar. They`re the ones who used to call me friend. I`m
coloring outside your guidelines, I was passing out when you were passing out
your rules. One, two, three, four. Who`s punk? What`s the score? Got a friend.
Her name is Boxcar. Cigarettes and beer in El Sob. Her hair was blue, now it`s
green. I like her mind. She hates the scene. You`re on your own. You`re all
alone.
