Punk Rock Anarchy

Loud music and people yelling
Slutty bitches with their asses falling
Forty ounce bottles and fists in the air
Green, red, blue and pink fucking hair!
Studded leather jackets
Ripped up jeans
And sewn on band patches
They claim to be rebellion
I declare a fashion statement
They speak of anarchy
But don't know why
Corroding in conformity
Is living a wasted life
To fight without purpose
Is a lost cause
It's breaking laws to break laws
Programmed youth
To be a clone of a clone
An army of drones that think they're free
Creative individuals or brainwashed society
I chose not to be
A mindless soldier
And to me, that's Punk Rock Anarchy