Trendy winds are blowing thru my hair
The punk-elite are checking everything i wear
I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own
Cause what i am is what i will be
Don't need you or your crew
To tell me what what to think or do
Everyday when you try to waste my time
I waste a rhyme
Sometimes i can't understand what's wrong
Cause this scene is filled with people who's bad and nong
You're an idiot and looser if you go their way
Cause you don't need no one-track crew now
Sometimes i can't understand what's wrong
To all you suckers we dedicate this song