[Verse 1] Leather bought, attitude leased, Weekend rebel, Monday priest. Plastic outrage, barcode soul, Image first, no self-control. Every slogan second-hand, Every fist for Instagram. Your rebellion's shrink-wrapped tight... Dead before the Friday night. [Break] Rip it up! Burn it down! Fake! Fake! Fake! [Verse 2] Studded collar, empty head, Living off what others bled. Copy, paste, repeat, obey, Different logo, same cliché. You're not dangerous—you blend, Trend begins where punks should end. Noise without a single scar, Playing punk like playing guitar. [News Flash – Spoken] "Breaking News!" "Local rebel signs sponsorship!" "Authenticity now available in three colors!" "Limited edition outrage... almost sold out!" [Bridge] No risk! No guts! No fire! No cuts! No voice! No spine! You're just another product line! [Verse 3] You wear the look, you miss the point, Another puppet, another joint. Every patch machine-stitched clean, Every pose already seen. History isn't something worn, It's where broken lives are born. You can buy the uniform... You'll never fake the storm. [Breakdown] POSER! POSER! POSER! GET OFF THE STAGE! [Final Assault] No receipts! No trends! No influencers! No friends! Punk ain't fashion! Punk ain't art! It's a boot... Straight through your plastic heart! [Outro] You're no punk Scumbag I think Tipper Gore would give you a blowjob That's as far from punk as you can get WANKER!
