They come in droves trying to look mean   Fake blue dreads & They're wearing baggy jeans   They think they're cool they think they're tough   But we know better they're just pups      [Chorus:]   Who writes your rules for rebellion   You'll buy anything that they're sellin'   Who writes your rules, who writes your rules   Who writes your rules for rebellion      Standing on the streets beggin' for my loot   I won't give you nothing except for my boot   Your scream "Fuck the System" but you're the systems tool   Look at yourself man your looking at a fool      You're trendy fucks your hippies with spikes   Your everything I hate & your nothing I like   You know everything and your only sixteen   You claim to be punks but you don't support the scene