(Verse 1) We're not just part of your five a day, We're here to rock, we're here to stay. Peeling back the layers of society's skin, We're the fruits of labor, born to win. (Chorus) Seeds of anarchy, sprouting wild and free, In the orchard of chaos, we're the fruit you wanna see. Juiced up and ready, we're the natural selection, The Pitted Punks, ripe with punk rock affection. (Verse 2) We've got the zest, we've got the tang, Against the bland, we take a stand. From the vine to the stage, we break the cage, With every chord, we set the rage. (Bridge) So here's to the berries, the apples, the pears, United we stand, 'cause nobody cares. For the fruits forgotten, left to rot, We're the voice, we're the shot. (Chorus) Seeds of anarchy, sprouting wild and free, In the orchard of chaos, we're the fruit you wanna see. Juiced up and ready, we're the natural selection, The Pitted Punks, ripe with punk rock affection. (Outro) So let's make a jam, let's make a noise, For all the fruit girls and the fruit boys. We're the Pitted Punks, and we're here to say, We'll rock this orchard every single day (Chorus) Seeds of anarchy, sprouting wild and free, In the orchard of chaos, we're the fruit you wanna see. Juiced up and ready, we're the natural selection, The Pitted Punks, ripe with punk rock affection. (Outro) So let's make a jam, let's make a noise, For all the fruit girls and the fruit boys. We're the Pitted Punks, and we're here to say, We'll rock this orchard every single day (guitar solo) (keyboard solo) Nobody cares about the fruit left to rot... (ending)
