THE MOHAWK NEVER DIED

THE MOHAWK NEVER FUCKING DIED [Spoken Intro] They told us we'd grow out of it. The boots. The noise. The fights. The fucking anger. They said we'd get jobs. Buy houses. Keep our heads down. Learn our place. Well, i dont know about you all. But I'm pushing forty now... And I'm still pissed off. I still remember finding my crew of outcasts. The kids nobody wanted. The freaks. The drunks. The punks. A hundred thousand boots stomping like thunder. A hundred thousand voices screaming: "FUCK YOU!" And if you think that kid disappeared... You don't know a fucking thing about me. I might have cut my hair, but my mowhawk standing tall and proud inside of my heart like a raised middle finger to society!! [Verse 1] I was young when punk rock boiled in my veins, Setting fire to the rules while they tightened up the chains. No future, no money, no respect to lose, Just a bunch of pissed-off kids with something to prove. The teachers called us failures, The cops called us scum, The rich kids looked right through us, Like we were fucking numb. But every insult fed the fire, Every kick made us strong, And every bastard who doubted us Just gave us another song. [Pre-Chorus] Then I found my crew of outcasts, Broken kids just like me, And together we became the thing They were too fucking scared to be. [Chorus] A hundred thousand boots stomping like a whirlwind, The punks stand as one and we're never giving in. A hundred thousand angry voices screaming at the sky, The mohawk still stands inside my head and it'll never fucking die. Like a middle finger raised to society, A reminder of the kid they'll never take from me. The years keep dragging on but the fire still survives, The mohawk still stands inside my head and it's still fucking alive. [Verse 2] We drank cheap beer in parking lots, Started fights we couldn't win, Got knocked down a thousand times And got right back up again. Every scar's a fucking trophy, Every bruise a battle won, Every anthem from the speakers Sounded like a loaded gun. We weren't looking for approval, We weren't begging to belong, We built our own fucking family When the world got it all wrong. [Pre-Chorus] They wanted us obedient, Quiet, scared and tame, But punks were born to burn shit down, Not play their fucking game. [Chorus] A hundred thousand boots stomping like a whirlwind, The punks stand as one and we're never giving in. A hundred thousand angry voices screaming at the sky, The mohawk still stands inside my head and it'll never fucking die. Like a middle finger raised to society, A reminder of the kid they'll never take from me. The years keep dragging on but the fire still survives, The mohawk still stands inside my head and it's still fucking alive. [Breakdown] Who the fuck are you? To tell me who I should be? Who the fuck are you? To tell me to grow up? I grew older! I paid my bills! I survived your bullshit! And I'm still here! Still angry! Still loud! Still punk as fuck! [Guitar solo] [Final Chorus] A hundred thousand boots stomping like a whirlwind, The punks stand as one and we're never giving in. A hundred thousand angry voices screaming through the night, The mohawk still stands inside my head and I'm still ready for a fight. Like a battle flag waving over everything I've survived, Proof that angry little bastard is still fucking alive. I'm almost forty years old and I still don't fit your mold, Cause the punk rock in my veins never got fucking old. [Outro] You can cut your hair. You can wear a suit. You can fake a smile. But you can't kill what's inside. The mohawk never fucking died.