Born into the middle class

Yeah, all you had to do was ask

And mom and dad would give you what you needed

And though I didn't know you then

I know you'll probably defend

And take the stand in the life that you'd been cheated

So you adopt a punk rock life

A leather jacket, hair with spikes

And join a band

'Cause you must have a say

And though you helped out with it that time

There's those of us, who keep on

Trying to make a living and not sound like Green Day

Trade rags say you're making it, now you're old

You don't give a shit.

Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy you've become your own nemesis



Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you

Livin' in luxury

Some say genius, some say mistake

But you've become what you used to hate



So now we're in the 90's and punk's not what it used to be

It's gone downhill since 1982

And though I liked most of your bands

And listen to them all I can

It's fucked up that you think it's 'cause of you

You think that you're still part of the scene

Nail painted black, hair dyed dark green

For you this mid life crisis has come on strong

Now punk rock's been accepted

And they've realized it's not just a fad

Please, stay behind that desk where you belong

Punk rock life's been good to you

Now Corporate punk's the thing to do

Obnoxiously, you raised your fee,

You'll see to it we'll all get screwed