Trendy winds are blowing thru my hair
The punk elite are checking everything I wear
I'm tired of their endless whine, why can't they mind their own?
Cause what I am is what I will be.
Don't need you or your crew
To tell me what to think or do
Everyday when you try to waste my time
I waste a rhyme.
Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong
Cause this scene is filled with people who's bad and nong
You're an idiot and loser if you go their way
Cause you don't need no one-track crew now.
Sometimes I can't understand what's wrong
To all you suckers we dedicate this song.