Born into the middle class   Yeah, all you had to do was ask   And mom and dad would give you what you needed   And though I didn't know you then   I know you'll probably defend   And take the stand in the life that you'd been cheated   So you adopt a punk rock life   A leather jacket, hair with spikes   And join a band   'Cause you must have a say   And though you helped out with it that time   There's those of us, who keep on   Trying to make a living and not sound like Green Day   Trade rags say you're making it, now you're old   You don't give a shit.   Subconsciously fullfilled prophecy you've become your own nemesis     Mr. Brett, we won't pay that fee to keep you   Livin' in luxury   Some say genius, some say mistake   But you've become what you used to hate     So now we're in the 90's and punk's not what it used to be   It's gone downhill since 1982   And though I liked most of your bands   And listen to them all I can   It's fucked up that you think it's 'cause of you   You think that you're still part of the scene   Nail painted black, hair dyed dark green   For you this mid life crisis has come on strong   Now punk rock's been accepted   And they've realized it's not just a fad   Please, stay behind that desk where you belong   Punk rock life's been good to you   Now Corporate punk's the thing to do   Obnoxiously, you raised your fee,   You'll see to it we'll all get screwed.