Can't you see, you're not free

you ain't never gonna be

I'm not gonna bend to fit society

I'm not gonna remove what's deep inside of me

money's your god its got no hold on me

a puppet on a string is all you're ever gonna be

they're gonna destroy what we worked so hard to create

a subculture of consciousness againts a bourgeis society state

a slave, I never want to be a part of your society

can't you see you're not free

you ain't never gonna be

punk's not dead, it never will be

if we keep the corporate shit out of the scenery

your money, your suit, your tie doesn't impress me

the media's corrupting the scene, but they can't touch me

keep punk pure, keep punk true, beat your ass in,

your black and blue take your money, shove it up your ass,

ain't sellin' punk for cash alternatives big,

corrupting the scene, major labels makin green

i ain't gonna sell it, i ain't gonna buy it

as long as their in the scene, i'm gonna fight it

don't support the bands that sell it,

they think their shit don' stink, i smell it

bullet in their head is what they need

time to take back the scene that we made

rise up, wise up don't let the scene fade