Say to me that punk is dead
I wish you even more contempt
Don't like the music, don't like the words
You can all piss off that the punks not dead
Punks not dead, I know
Punks not dead, I know
Punks not dead, I know
Punks not dead, I know it’s not!
We're all punks and we don't care
We're boot boys who dye our hair
Leather jackets, jeans, and boots
Run about every night
We refuse to hear their lie
Have no fear till the day I die
Swearing at you who walk around
Don't like it, I'll hit you to the ground!
Artist: The Exploited
Album: Punks Not Dead
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