I'm sick and tired of punk metal crap   Can't you see that's not where I'm at   I've just gone through a timewarp, I say   I'm going back to my roots today   I'm never losing, but you know I'm always boozing   Thinking about the fun of the good old days   Standing on the corner, where nothing would   Bore us, listening to the pistols on a summer day      Going back to our roots, and starting again   We're not gonna be a part of no crossover trend   We're going back to our roots, and starting again      Now we're back to our roots again   I'm not going to be no dogs trend   I keep on being myself today   And no ones going to lead me astray   I'll keep singing, when the band   Keeps on jamming to the roots of the good old days   Rockin on the corner, when punk never   Bored us, living a destructive life from day to day