Punk rock is the purest form of life
Rebellion of little folks who sometimes like to fight
Standing up against the norm in your own right
You won't tell me what to do with my own wasted time,
'Cause if you never were alive, prepare to die
When judgement comes upon us, no-one will survive
But I guess that's okay, because God is dead
And we're all going to Hell anyway
I have no idea what to say
'Cause everything that needs to be, has already been said
I'm just hoping for a saint to come along
To clense me of my sins so I may rest in ignorance,
So if you never were alive, prepare to die
When judgement comes upon us, no-one will survive
But I guess that's okay, because God is dead
And we're all going to Hell anyway