they come in droves trying to look mean   fake blue dreads & they're wearing baggy jeans   they think they're cool, they think they're tough   but we know better, they're just pups      who writes the rules for rebellion?   you'll buy anything that they're sellin'   who writes your rules, who writes your rules?   who writes your rules for rebellion?      standing on the streets begging for my loot   i won't give you nothing except my boot   scream "fuck the system" your the systems too!   look at yourself man you;re lookin' at a fool      you're trendy fucks, you're hippies with spikes   you're everything i hate & nothing i like   you know everything & you're only 16   claim to be punks but you don't support the scene