You pigs are all the same, you're stupid hypocrites
You don't do your job and then you take it out on us
What freakin' kind of messed up world is this one we live in?
When you can't even be a skater and earn people's trust

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You pump us full of that 'all men are equal' crap
And then you go out and treat us punks like that?
That's what I mean by hypocrites, you lousy pork rinds
Why don't you go home, and tomorrow, take some of your own advice

You say we're all bad but you never get to know us
Most real punks, not poseurs, don't do illegal stuff.
But you don't care. To you, we're just a bunch of criminals
Never can do a thing right, we've just wasted our whole life

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(Guitar Solo)

(slower)
These kids today are all delinquents
They're brought up to destroy and they all think they're cool
If it weren't for us who knows what state we'd be in
If they had their way chaos and anarchy would rule

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