Texty:
Punk

Around the world, around the world Around the world, around the world Around the world, around the world Around the world, around the world Around the

Jackie is a punk, Judy is a runt They both went down to [incomprehensible], join' the Ice capades (Yaa eee) An' oh, I don't know why Oh, I don't know

cheeks It gonna be A punk rock christmas this year A punk rock christmas this year A punk rock christmas this year A punk rock christmas this year A punk

Johanna drove slowly into the city The Hudson River all filled with snow She spied the ring on His Honor's finger, oh oh oh A thousand years in one piece

-ass hoes, fake punk-ass bitches Do you know what I mean, Vern? Fuckin? 'em up like that, man $hort Dog?s in the house, bitch She?s a punk-ass bitch,

One population runnin' out of time, runnin' out of time This is just a punk rock song This is just a punk rock song This is just a punk rock song

And even if it's easy to be free What's your definition of freedom? And who the fuck are you, anyway? Who the fuck are they? Who the fuck am I to say

Don't call me white, don't call me white Don't call me white, don't call me white The connotations wearin' my nerves thin Could it be semantics generating

My father used to say You sleep with dogs, the next day You'll wake in the night scratching Those inevitable fleas At ten years old You listen to what