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 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 whole scene is filled with people who's bad and nong
You're an idiot and looser 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