They come in droves trying to look mean
  Fake blue dreads & They're wearing baggy jeans
  They think they're cool they think they're tough
  But we know better they're just pups
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  Who writes your rules for rebellion
  You'll buy anything they're sellin'
  Who writes your rules, who writes your rules
  Who writes your rules for rebellion
    Standing on the streets beggin' for my loot
  I won't give you nothing except for my boot
  Your scream "Fuck the System" but you're the systems tool
  Look at yourself man your looking at a fool
    You're trendy fucks your hippies with spikes
  Your everything I hate & your nothing I like
  You know everything and your only sixteen
  You claim to be punks but you don't support the scene