What could this be, too much MTV?
Chalk another fad up for its fall into infamy.
What's in a standard if it changes all the time?
You're still having trouble in defining your own kind.
Need I remind you, we all knew you before,
you threw the rocks at the stage from your glass house on the floor?
Now I think you're punk, just because it's in.
You found a foul mouth and a couple safety pins.
Got a peaceful feeling,
I don't want to fight no more.
Got a peaceful feeling,
I don't care if we're punk, or ska, or hardcore,
enough for you, it's sad but true,
you can call us names till your face turns blue.
Our assurance comes from God,
it's nothing new,
we'll never care 'cause we're never cool enough for you.