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

[Chorus:]
Who writes your rules for rebellion
You'll buy anything that they're sellin'
Who writes your rules, who writes your rules
Who writes your rules for rebellion
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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