Punk Rock

Red Diamonds courtesy of the royal troupe
Gold dollars making bank with the outlandish group
We stood by the overpass making rhymes
We didn't know we were all living lies
Go home to mom and dad with a smile
They know what we did but didn't care all the while
We watched each other get punched in the face
And laughed when we saw blood and wondered how it would taste
Little fake thoughts taking us high
With the great records of love and a great time
Superficial administrators tried to stop us
So we gathered two hundred dollars and hitched a bus
To the nearest social hub to launch our dreams
We didn't know if would be as it all seemed.