Trendy winds are blowing thru my hair

the punk elite are checking everything I wear

I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own?

cause what I am is what I will be.



Don't need you or your crew

to tell me what to think or do

everyday when you try to waste my time

I waste a rhyme.



Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong

cause this scene is filled with people who's bad and nong

you're an idiot and loser if you go their way

cause you don't need no one-track crew now.



Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong

to all you suckers we dedicate this song.