You're not punk, and I'm telling everyone
Save your breath I never was one
You don't know what I'm all about, like killing cops and reading Kerouac
My enemies are all too familiar, they're the ones who used to call me friend
I'm coloring outside your guidelines
I was passing out while you were passing out your rules
1 2 3 4 who's punk what's the score?
I've got a friend, her name is Boxcar
Cigarettes and beer in El Sob
Her hair was blue, but now its green
I like her mind, she hates the scene
You're all alone...
