It don't mean shit  To me or you  That punk rock ain't  Ain't nothing new  I'm not the kind  To go defend  My beliefs  'Cause of a dying trend  It's just something  We always knew  And not because  It's hip to do  So rebel for a year or two  Then get your mortgage, lawn and car  You never really knew  Now that you're old and jaded  Suicide just seems so over-rated  You live life by the text  That makes me feel disgusted, bored and vexed  On your mark  Get set, go  High school's out-  Let's go make some dough  They put up with  Your crazy ways  When you were young  Like it was a phase  I guess they were right  'Cause now at night  You go home and bathe in the TV light  At 23 I'd rather be  A punk out on the street  Than what they wanted me to be