I've seen pictures    And I've seen postcards   Of the way things are supposed to be    Kids in kitchens    Shows in classrooms    Screaming along to broken PA's       And all along I though we,    Lost it by getting drunk and passing out   And all along, I knew we had it, We had it   So lets take up arms,    Its us against the,   Lets make a punk a threat again      And you know it, and I know it   We got to much heart    And i hear Music   I see a Revolution (x4)   Wohhhhooooo      And I'm tired of cool kids   And I'm tired of makeup   I'm tired of being told I fucked up   I'm not punk enough    I'm not x enough NO   I'm not what I'm supposed to be   Yeah that's ok with me      So lets take up arms,    Its us against them   Lets make a punk a threat again   And you know it, I know it, we got to much heart (x4)