I turn up the radio and
Fuck! There playing Blink 182.
Oh, what's a generational deserter to do?
I like your taste in music.
So. do I like you?
You make me laugh
But we don't talk at school.
Even though we are so much alike.
Oi! Punk isn't what it used to be.
Even though neither you or me were ever there to see it,
We can still dream.
hey, we got the credentials.
We hate MTV
Rap is a joke
And all of the little girls who run around our school
Thinking their poppy shit is so cool
make us laugh.
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