I hated high school

All the jocks and Barbie dolls

So I joined the punk scene

To get away from it all

It seems that now days

There's no escape from it all

Staring deadly eyes

There's tension at punk shows



You prey on the weak

You prey on the small

Fighting at the shows

You ruin it all



Heathers in the scene

This movie we live in

Touch somebody in the pit

A fight breaks out

Don't like what you wear

They kick you in the face

The soap opera in the scene

Was never made for me