Born into the middle class    Yeah, all you had to do was ask    & mom & dad would give you what you needed    & though I didn't know you then    I know you'll probably defend    & take the stand in the life that you'd been cheated    So you adopt a punk rock life    A leather jacket, hair with spikes    & join a band    'Cause you must have a say    & though you helped out with it that time    There's those of us, who keep on    Trying to make a living & 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 & punk's not    what it used to be    It's gone downhill since 1982    & though I liked most of your bands    & 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    & 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.